I am not my mind.
My mind is a tool.


The mind comes up with a thought resulting in a certain emotion. Then I keep thinking and thinking and the emotion gains power. I start believing that the emotion is the main problem but I know the thought is the responsible one.

The mind is to be used under my control so the mind stops controlling me.

How?

150 bus route

150 bus on my way home from work

All still up to the moment when my eyes captured a group movement. 5 people with their right hand out of 8 people drew an imaginary cross starting from the head, chest, left to right.

It's unusal beauty made me smile

Realize the plainness of being stoped to iven believe you could ever think.

Make me feel small if I allow you to do so.

You who I do not know. You that is everyone else and me.

You that are outside the door whenever I go out there.

Le yourself go, be.

Breath and release.

The approval is significant to a certain moment of time. Of a certain moment depending on the fragility of the self.

Lack of the necter. Lack of stable inner concrete.

See those soft doors are there next to those hard walls.

Don't iven think.

Steady in deep real sleep.

Don't iven approach the deadly poisonous cliff of unstableness. So let me be

and I look at you wondering how do you do it? where does that force come from? who are you in my eyes? who am I in your understanding? never so beautiful thank you