Stop the Mind, Give Way to Soul

What if the closest we can get to knowing becomes not knowing? What if we recognized that there is nothing we can do about whatever it is on our mind? What could we do then? What is left? Maybe the perfection of the flow of life would give us all the answers…Maybe we would be perfectly ourselves without trying to figure out the mystery of life.

Would we flow on the waves of life, following music and the rhythm wherever we go, without stopping to analyse and be perfectly still within? Would we just be life, getting lost in the ignorance of the intellect only to find the intelligence of the soul?

Why have we complicated what life is really like…Where comes this need to intelligently comprehend everything, to turn ourselves into robots, using only one faucet to get to know the magnificence of life? We have created extraordinary robots, are galloping towards a form of artificial intelligence, but have not comprehended ourselves? We don’t know anything about ourselves. We have finished without even starting what we came on Earth to do. We decided mind is our only business, we have filled it with information and we have stuffed ourselves with all kinds of food for the body and we left the soul in vacuum, empty, devoid of lessons, devoid of the knowledge of life.

What is fundamentally wrong? The problems we invent, the pity nuances we seem to give too much attention to, grow into serious issues in need of “handling”. That’s why we have a thousand and one product that solves the same issue but somehow fails to address the cause. We are mending ourselves to death instead of getting rid of everything and anything that is not ours. False needs, wants, cravings, intense opinions, people we can’t stand and things we adore…All are a product of imagination while in the circle of false thought.

We have to stop running around. In circles. In our minds. That is our only mission. If we can stop that, we wouldn’t have meaningless technical questions, we would keep discovering and remain in awe until our days here are gone…We would rejoice and express our true nature for the fun of it. Is it our fascination with the thought that has provided space for so much illusions to play out, instead of true life?

The real has yet to come. The world is still undone. We are still undone. Running around. STOP.