“What If the Voice in Your Head Isn’t You?”

Pause . . .

Breathe . . .

Be still . . .

Relax the body.
Soften the mind.

Gently turn your attention inward; center yourself

and simply rest within yourself.

Nothing to force.
Nothing to control.
Nothing to become.

Let the breath rise and fall naturally . . . without effort . . . without interference.

Now notice . . . thoughts may come and go like clouds drifting through an open sky.

Do not chase them.
Do not resist them.
Let them pass quietly on their own.

Simply remain aware.

Aware of breathing.
Aware of thinking.
Aware of the silence that exists behind the movement of the mind.

Notice the still presence that has been here all along, silent... open... undisturbed.

No image to protect.
No role to perform.
No destination to reach.

Only this quiet awareness . . .
this effortless beingness . . . this simple noticing.

And as you stop feeding the noisy mind with attention,
it begins to soften by itself.

Peace does not need to be created.
It is already here beneath the noise.

Rest there, without thinking . . . experience yourself with no mind.

Nothing more is needed.

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