The tree, the flowers and the stars can't be experienced by an inner observer; they are the actual movement of the experience when there no inner observer is, when you in self-forgetful way are open for, and engaged by the observed, when the experience is characterised by fulfilment and middle.
Then there doesn´t exist any discrepancy, any displacement and reflections between the observer and the observed; there is no time, no emptiness and loss, in which the thought can give rise to itself.
The thought is there never, but there is being.
This condition of being can't be made into an object of thinking; it is nothing you can achieve. The inner thinker and calculator must stop evaluating.
Only when this happens, there is being. And in this movement of silence, the timeless exists.