When I truly look inside, there is nothing there. My body supports sensation and awareness, but it often seems separate from what I am truly experiencing. My inside experience experience goes bveyond the sensation and resides at a place I am not aware even exists. But I am also aware it is there.
Sometimes when I look inside, there is the vastness of a formless universe. It’s all there. It goes on and on and on. It’s the closest I get to imagining what infinity is like. People sometimes speculate about what the edge of the universe might be like. When I look inside, I suspect there is no outer edge. The universe I sense when I look inside is infinite.
This is the completely open field I experience when I look inside. This looking inside is the kind of concentration I experience. I don’t concentrate on anything. I see myself as concentrating on nothing. There is nothing inside.
Without this concentration, I do not have insight. I have to erase the complete blackboard before I can delve into the mystery of insight. For me, concentrationn is all about going inside and finding nothing. I am concentrating when I am no longer thinking about anything. Concentration happens when I am able to look beyond the clutter of my thoughts.
Going inside this way is how I discover there is nothing. I discover nothing.