Mindlessness

The best interface is no interface.

The perfect mind is no mind.

When we don’t mind, our spirit can see through our eyes unobstructed, unshielded, unmasked.

In a culture obsessed with logic and order,

we attribute everything to our brains.

Placing so much importance in the brain is a thin disguise for overmindedness.

Mindfulness, once a lofty state of enlightenment only the highest masters could reach, now masquerades in the marketplace as a euphemism for overmindedness.

Listen inside/around you for this frequent fallacy:

I was at the gym and I hadn’t eaten all day, and my brain was like, β€œKaren, the stairmaster can wait.”

Sorry, Karen.

Rough year to be a white woman.

You know that tiny silent moment you have in the middle of a busy day when the sun hits you just right and a bird chirps and your incessant yammering freight train of thoughts, feelings, desires, fears, and reactivity suddenly stops all at once and leaves you resonating from asshole to ajna with boundless calm and presence.

That’s mindlessness.