I’ve thought about this a lot. Observing thought, forms an image known, but this knowing is not a physical object, this knowing is a feeling, it’s a sense, not nonsense, but actual sense.
I thought about thinking and how every thought lead me to the source of thought. I am the source.
The stillness is the source and the thoughts are the movement within source.
The thoughts are analogous to (seeds) and that I (source) is the gardener of my own garden.
In stillness I could hear more clearly, listening required silence. I realised I am the silence sounding.
A thought came, there’s no garden without a gardener, and that only watered seeds grew.