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.
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