There is an ancient notion
that the heart knows the right way, the mind is not to be trusted. All we see and feel and experience is filtered through the mind. Stories are created by our minds, and changed so that our world all fits together and makes sense.
Yet we forget
about the wonder and mystery of who we really are: How did we get into this body? What happens to our minds when we sleep or when we die?
Questions like these
can stump our minds and create mystery. Mystery keeps us from knowing, keeps our minds at bay and allows us to hear what our hearts are saying.
I enjoy the "not knowing" the expansiveness of the mind when its not always commenting, interpreting, and trying to make sense. Who are we, really?
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