Dear Mind, wherever you live. Some say you are my brain, but I am not sure – you seem everywhere! I wish that you were entirely mine, but I know that others created you – my momma, my poppa, my family, friends, school, work, and every morsel of media that I have been exposed to. I know that you and I have fought many fights, argued angrily and often, and we have intimidated and scared each other.
I am glad that I now know that you are flexible and fluid, and can be trained by me. I am glad that I have taught you to sing praises, to have some patience, and have used you to accumulate wisdom with flexibility. I am glad you have learned to obey the rule of spirit, and not just your current whims and long standing traditions.
You are a wealth of knowledge, a treasure trove of ideas and associations and recollections. You have a store of memory that I am beginning to unlock. You hold memories of pains and slights, conspiracies and are often filled with “crazy talk.”
You are also filled with memories of pleasures, games, joys, reminders of goals set, ambitions mapped, puzzles solved, questions asked, principles and wisdom hard won.
Most of all, I love you for your facility at merging with the biggest mind imaginable, as I am just a drop in the Universal Ocean.
Dear Lord and Mother of healing, may you help me stay sane, and remember my loyalty to my sanity. Will you help me use this wonderful mind to seek you and the truth always. May you help me use my mind as the instrument of artistic creation of love, music, poetry, art, pleasure, compassion, and the very arc of my life story.
We live in a culture that holds the mind as a supreme being. The answer to all of life.
This pressure to be the smartest, the best and the fastest has contorted our vision.
I have become angry at you for not quieting down even though I have not spent time in silence, giving you time to rest.
I have blamed you for all of my problems. I have wished to be someone else. I have wished to be free of you. I am sorry. Today I honor you. I thank you for your ability to think, play and reason. You are an amazing tool.
I promise to give you rest. I promise to give time and energy to our interests so that we may flourish.
May we create together in harmony.
Dear Mind, Our Story.
We meet when we were young, forming and being formed, expanding and exploring as we were confined, contained.
We both digested the same food and force-feed the same medicine.
We were partners in dreaming, in being, in shining our new light, our pure love.
Then we learned to talk – at first the same language - it made sense to us, didn’t it? ...most of the time?
But gradually we splintered in two. You became the voice in my head – my first real opponent.
You became my doubt, my loneliness, my Simon Says. I started to use you as a weapon, a blunt instrument to judge, dissect, disconnect. We became a diseased partnership – serving fear, adrift in drama.
When did it begin…our new beginning?
When did we decide our past was our past and that we are in a new dream together?
A relationship of awareness, forgiveness, and perseverance…when?
Now. Yes. Now. Now.
Dear Mind, I know that is hard for you to believe that this is all a dream. It seems so real. It feels so real.
It makes almost enough sense not to question. But there are holes. Holes in the story you were fed as a child.
Holes in the science you were taught in school. Holes in the reality that the world around you depends on.
You feel these holes and they drive you to uncover the truth~The truth behind the lies.
Tirelessly you work to solve the mysteries, to find peace. You are right Dear Mind, your senses are correct.
There are many cracks in this so-called reality and it is all built on belief systems of this human dream.
But Dear Mind, please know that the road to peace will not end in your ability to uncover every lie, expose each injustice, and rebel against your own race.
Peace is knowing that you are in this world but not of it. Peace is knowing that this reality is a dream.
Peace does not come from seeking outside of yourself.
It comes from within. Rest into the quiet space within.
Dear Mind, Oh the stories you have told and the tricks you have played.
You thought you had me. It has been quite a journey of discovery we have travelled.
We have spent considerable time perfecting our dream world, moulding our reality to meet with your great expectations.
You have packaged my reality into quite the castle, guarding the gates with your sword of reason until one day the prison began to crumble slowly revealing piece by piece the heaven beyond those carefully constructed walls.
Your voice of reason is now a guidepost to my road of self discovery, every opportunity opening a channel of clarity as I journey inward. The outworld no longer under your controlling and self serving ways, but as a reflection of myself.
The mind has now become a great ally of awakeness filled with wisdom and light.
Dear Mind, I am grateful for the opportunity of learning and experience we have shared together.
We have travelled so far. We have walked thru so many caves and challenges together.
We lived a life of the blind led by your sword of reason.
We have suffered our way to awakening where we have now become allies.
Now….how well do we dream! We dream with our eyes wide open, brining in beauty, love and light, the bounty of an inner battle conquered through peace and light as we tore down the walls of fear.