The erratic wind within

This morning I was quite astonished by mind’s level of activity. At regular intervals I tried intervening but all that seemed to achieve was add more vigor to its activity, as if I had added the catalyst that was needed to further intensify its activity. My mind bounced back and forth off all the walls that held the thoughts that it delved in.

This led me to wonder why we can be so dependent on such an unstable medium forever changing direction involuntarily. Like a plastic bag enslaved by a wind that knows not where it is headed. More knowledgeable beings call this wind the ego, a part of us that seeks fulfillment by any means possible.

Since I am not one of those knowledgeable beings, I’ll settle for calling it an erratic wind searching for refuge among weak structures. As this wind travels back and forth it finds such structures and for that duration when it is resting the mind seems focused and in respite. But the wind keeps growing as the rest of its immense body proceeds to gather in this refuge, and inevitably the structure gives in and the cycle starts again.

I have learnt that such a wind cannot be controlled; only observed. Observation which can only be attained only when one retracts from the world of rigidity that we have learnt to praise and nurture.

Learn to see the true form of all. All is mere energy changing from one state to another. Only then can the mind’s form of rigidity be transformed to its true form that is unmoved by any wind.

Learn to poke holes into the mind so that observation can take place!