We think the purpose of the mind is to think. (The mind would think that, wouldn’t it?) But that’s not it. The purpose of the mind is to see the real. In the seeing is the doing, the spontaneous conversion of love into action
When the mind is quiet, life happens easily, naturally and spontaneously. When the mind is restless, I am anxious and fretful, an open-hulled boat in choppy waters. The world reflects my state of mind.
Zen recommends a bit of front-walk sweeping done on the regular. The broom is your attention, the walkway your mind, the debris your thoughts. Visitors shouldn’t have to dance around a bunch of opinions just to knock on the door.