Letting Go of Anxiety

The mind wants to make things complex.
There has to be some reason, some grand scheme, some ultimate purpose.
It ties itself in knots attempting to figure it out.
It invents complexity upon complexity.
The mind says, "I have not figured it out and I must in order to fulfill my life."
This turns into anxiety and then into deep suffering.

Drop everything the mind is saying. See the fact that each of those thoughts is a hot coal. If you grab on to one, do you not suffer? Each one is dangerous to your state of mind and well being. Don't touch them.

For this moment, just focus on breathing. Know that just breathing is a physiological miracle.

The simple act of being is enough.
To breathe is enough.
To be alive is enough.

Take a Look

Restlessness.
What is it really?
A disturbance. A tension. A resistance.
Time plays a part in it. A future moment is desired. A future moment is feared.
The mind cannot be with what is. It is resisting the moment.
It is at these times the mind desires and the emotions fuel it. It will turn to suffering with ease.
The ego points the finger and accuses the things that surround it, the things that are failing to fulfill it. It will blame and suffer. It will dwell on what should be and what should have been.
Despair may even creep in, take root and grow.

This is the sequence of events when there is no awareness present.
This is what happens when we do not take a moment to really look.

Let It Flow

Wanting, desire, no matter how subtle, block the flow.
Anything that flows needs to be clear. A river, a hose, a channel. They must all be clear of any debris before water can flow through them.
It is so with me. I have observed it.
Where there is a concern.
Where there is desire.
Where there is an expectation.
Where there is resistance.
Where there is suffering.
The flow is cut off and only a limited perspective is available.
From that limited perspective, problems will never be solved completely. From that limited perspective there can be no transformation. There can only be a covering up, a numbing or a distraction of the problem.
It will only postpone it for a short time. It is a repetitive pattern. A weed that keeps growing back.
The limited perspective is the problem.
Relax. Open up all the arteries. Breathe deeply. Let go of the future and past. Drop the mind.
Allow what is to be.
And let it flow.

See It Coming

I see how I operate.
Consciously in some areas and unconsciously in others.
There are still sacred cows, or blind spots that keep cropping up where awareness falls to sleep and the robotic nature of thought takes over.
To see them is the first step. To see the pattern that they create and to know the outcome of that pattern is crucial. The outcome is discord, suffering.
Once the pattern is recognized, then it is up to me to be vigilant and see the train coming. See the signs, feel the rumblings of its approach.
It is the same old train again. The old pattern again. I know where it leads.
I have a ticket to the same old destination that I have been to before time and time again.
The question this time is,
Will I get on board?

No Ego Wants to Die

It is so simple.
But the mind and its little bundle of thoughts that have collected together to form, "me", does not want to be ignored.
It has no place in simplicity. In fact, it begins to unravel within the space of simplicity and that makes it mighty uncomfortable. So it will begin to feel unease. It will create some form of drama - inner or outer - it doesn't matter. It will do anything to create a more solid sense of itself.
If it unravels, it ceases to be.
No ego wants to die.

Renunciation

Thoughts within the head flow like a river. Sometimes they are overwhelming in their volume and intensity and they take me over like a tsunami that I become one with and destroy my surroundings. Sometimes I can see the tsunami coming and I run to high ground and watch it harmlessly flow by, its vast energy dissipating into the space that surrounds it.
I am that space. I am the space in which all the noise of thought operates and moves. It is when I delve into the noise, when I blend and merge with it that I lose my true nature and become the torrent of thinking. I become the past, my identity that is rooted in the past with all the memories, all the emotions all the limitations and preconceptions.
Thought is a tool, nothing more. It must be put in its rightful place. It is my responsibility to be vigilant and see that it does not overtake my consciousness and cause more havoc in the world.
I must pull my portion of this discord from the world.
I renounce thought.

Tunes of a Madman

The thoughts within the head create tension.
They demand reaction and, being unconscious, we are the reaction. We live in reaction.
Unless we wake up and realize that we are automatons reacting to an endless stream of thoughts.
As soon as we see this we are out of it.
Unless the gravity of the thoughts pull our awareness back into the thought stream and we dance once more to the tunes of a madman.