not long ago, i’ve come to redevelop my cogitation practice.;
i realise this is the best course of action to attain some juncture of equanimity in the midst of distress.;
i figured out that the objective of cogitation is not to cleanse the mind.;
the objective is to unambiguously become aware of it without grudges.;
thoughts transpose like clouds shifting throughout the expanse of an open sky.;
the nature of the human intellect is to create clouds.;
the nature of oneself is the sky.;
if you perceive it this way, it’s easy to deliberately ignore the illusion of autonomy and be able to realise how we are all one.;
afterall, how many skies are there?;
easing up in this apprehension bears peace.;
then a cloud called “if the world is ending tomorrow…” floats by.;
then one called “im almost *30 years old”;
then one called “i need to “margarita” and continue to pretend that it amplifies my creative power”;
then one called “why do i love to love the things i can never have”;
then one called “i think i have breast cancer”;
then… inspire, expire… sky.;