A quiet mind is not an end in itself. It clears the stage.
We cannot plan or prepare for the present moment. We enter it naked.
Life has been purposefully designed to confound our assumptions and contradict our expectations.
If something happens unexpectedly, if something arrives unbidden, if I’m surprised, put onto my left foot, then the Divine has tapped me on the shoulder.
What I strive for, make an effort to acquire or achieve—that’s not it.
We are confined, defined and encrusted by memory.
The more memories we have, the more conditioned, patterned and habitual we are. Yes, we need a few memories to provide us with a basic identity, but beyond that slight necessity accumulated memory serves no purpose.
Many of us are so weighted with memory, so neurally grooved, that we have become flesh-bots. Our next spontaneous act will be our first.
The more memory as man has, the more resentful and unforgiving he is.
What we do not remember, we will not repeat.