The mind is a wonderful thing. The mind is also my worst enemy. I sometimes wonder who is in charge, me or my mind. How can an idea be in charge of matter? How can something with no mass weigh as much as a heavy mind?
When I am full of myself, thoughtless of others I care about, a finger can be pointed at my mind.
I am more than my mind. My mind is an instrument and the rest of me the toolbox. When I get this awareness backwards, I end up loosening screws meant to remain tightened.
I am not a candidate for enlightment, ego is too important to me. However, when my body, heart, spirit, soul and memory have as much as a chance to influence my choices, how I am around the people I love, then my mind in it's balance becomes that's blade that is sharp enough to slice through my fear and embrace others for who they are.
Peace to awareness,
ken
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