it occurs to me that I have in the past invested in the thoughts that come to me during zazen. I have commented, judged, even dissected them.
During this morning's round when attention went to a thought and then awareness returned to the breathing as a touchstone, then to the site, sound and touch of the experience, I could not remember the thought that had arisen. It was like a cloud finally. You know its a cloud, but unless its lightning or a tornado, or the perfect likeness of something you do not remember more than it was a cloud.
The zazen period flew by this morning I was surprised it was over so quickly.