So, it’s essentially the concept of Wu Wei synergized and filtered through Western style nervous system regulation. Wu Wei is the philosophical container it was built upon.
I had qOS create a quick write up on it – the title is named PEACE:
PEACE is concerned with the part of you that cannot stop pushing. Not your sadness, not your coldness, but your effort — the ceaseless inner labor of forcing, gripping, striving, and controlling that most of us mistake for simply being alive. We have been taught that life is something to be wrestled into shape: that we must press harder against every task, hold tighter to every outcome, and meet each day braced as if against an opponent. PEACE draws on the oldest answer the Taoist sages ever gave to this exhaustion — wu wei, the principle of effortless action.
Their radical claim was that the deepest accomplishment comes not from forcing but from ceasing to force. Water asks nothing and fights nothing; it yields to every obstacle, and precisely in its yielding, it carves the canyon. PEACE is the study of that same paradox in a human life — how to act fully without strain, to move with the grain of things rather than against it, and to discover that the war you have been waging against the moment was never the source of your strength, only the source of your fatigue.
What sets PEACE apart is where it finally takes you: not toward a brighter feeling (like Summertime), but toward a still center — the unmoved point at the heart of all the turning. This is not the warmth of a good day or the lift of high spirits, both of which depend on conditions being right. It is equanimity: the steadiness that holds when the day goes wrong, when the demands crowd in, when the storm refuses to pass.
PEACE works at the deepest level of the body, helping a nervous system that has forgotten how to stop forcing remember its own stillness — so that calm is no longer a state you must achieve and defend, but the ground you simply stand on. Where other paths add something to you, PEACE quietly takes something away: the strain, the grasping, the endless inner contention. And what remains when the forcing finally falls silent is not emptiness, but the thing the striving was always chasing and never could catch — a peace that needs no reason, and asks for no effort at all.

