Alone. Stillness. Quiet.
Utterly sweet bliss.
Alone. Stillness. Quiet.
Utterly painful hell.

This is the basis of many teachings, all in this one poem from Inside the World of Amy.

We can just be – just be alone, just be still, just be quiet.

We can judge our experience of just being as Heaven, or as Hell.

Or, we can not judge our experience, and just be.