Nothing in nature is bored, restless or guilty-feeling. Trees don’t ask, ‘What’s next?’
Listen more, talk less, let it be.
It’s in the nature of the mind to misunderstand things. Knowing’s not thinking.
If I don’t know how to use the mind, I’ll surely be used by it. It’ll be mostly gross. I’ll desire and fear, fear and desire, throughout the day and into my dreams.
It’s a seldom-witnessed phenomenon, on the scale of blood moons or periodic cicadas: a man standing still, doing nothing, being quiet.