Ah, dear friend, the winds of thought are many, and their voices are loud. Yet, do not be deceived by their clamor. The thoughts you entertain are not your own; they are the echoes of others, whispers that drift from past generations, from teachers, parents, strangers, and even from the world around you. But these thoughts, these fleeting phantoms, do not define you. They are borrowed, like a leaf carried by a current, pulled into your mind and momentarily resting there before the next gust of wind takes it away. You see, thoughts are not anchored in truth. They come and go like the clouds in the sky. One moment, they are shaped and thick with meaning; the next, they dissolve into nothingness. If you stop to look at them, you will realize that thoughts themselves cannot be trusted—they are not fixed or permanent. They float by, like the passing seasons, changing their form and shifting their hue. And just like clouds, they hide the vast, unchanging sky beyond. But the sky do...
Ah, dear friends, listen closely to the nature of the mind, for it is like an ancient, vast river—forever flowing, moving, without rest. It is a factory of endless production, churning thoughts and emotions with tireless devotion. These thoughts arise, take form, and vanish again like clouds drifting across the vast, boundless sky. They appear, then dissipate, leaving no trace, yet the screen of your consciousness remains ever wide, open, and watchful. This process is continuous, my friends. It is like the tide's movement or the heart's rhythmic pulse. It knows no pause. It does not stop. The thoughts come and go—sometimes a flurry, sometimes a trickle—but always, they pass across the infinite expanse of awareness, never resting. Now, you ask, "How can we silence the mind?" You wish for peace, for stillness. But hear this—the mind is never truly silent. It is like a bustling market, an eager salesman trying to sell your thoughts like jewels and treasures to possess. B...