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"The Secret to Quieting the Mind Is Easier Than You Think."



Consider this, old friend.

Attention is like an electrical current.

In the physical world, electricity flows through a circuit and powers whatever it reaches.

A lamp illuminates.
A fan begins to spin.
A machine comes alive.

However, unplug the current, and the movement will gradually stop.

Perhaps attention works much the same way within us.

Whatever you continually give your attention to, you give energy to.

Give attention to a thought . . . and the thought comes alive.

Give attention to a fear . . . and the fear gathers momentum.

Give attention to a memory, and suddenly the past comes back to life in your mind's theater.

Attention is the current that keeps the machinery of thought running.

So, for a quiet moment, simply unplug the current of attention from the thinking instrument, the mind.

Do not fight your thoughts.

Do not try to silence them.

Simply stop supplying them with your attention.

Let the fan continue spinning if it wishes.

Let thoughts arise . . . and let them pass.

Now gently redirect that current of attention toward something far simpler:

The awareness is already present, observing.

Not awareness of a thought.

Not awareness of an image.

Not awareness of a memory.

It is as simple as observing what appears and what disappears on the screen of awareness.                       


I am aware of this . . . 

And then something subtle may reveal itself.

You do not need to create awareness.

You do not need to visualize it.

You do not need to become it.

Before the thought appeared . . . you were aware.

While the thought was present . . . you were aware.

And when the thought disappeared . . . you remained aware.

Perhaps the practice is not to stop thinking.

Perhaps it is simply to stop giving every thought the current of your attention and allow attention to rest quietly in being aware.

And whenever the mind plugs itself back in—as it surely will—simply notice, unplug, and return again and again.

Being aware of being aware.

Nothing to achieve.

Nothing to imagine.

Nothing to become.

Just the quiet recognition of what was already here.

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