Who am I?

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Who am I behind this physical body ?
Who am I born in this family, in this country, in that culture ?
Who am I doing this job, doing that work, being that kind of person ?
Who am I behind the tumult of my emotions and the craziness of my mind ?
Who am I beyond this realm and this dimension ?
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Who am I but the One witnessing all that.
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K. Wilson

The problem of our minds

There’s a thing about « A problem », it only exists when we think about it and it will take as much space as we choose to give it.

Right now, right here if we take a deep breath and let go of our thoughts about the problem then for a few seconds it’s gone.

Right here right now there’s no problem, there is only peace.

Our mind will name it « problem »while in truth it’s just an uncomfortable situation. In time it will heal itself, always.

And then it’s up to us to choose to focus on another « problem » or not.

K. Wilson

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We can change our thoughts

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What if with a change of thought we could change our emotions.
What if right now, we consciously decided to drop our worry and choose another thought to replace it with.
Just here on a deep out breath we let go of our pain, and just then on a deep in breath we pick a thought that will make us smile.And let’s do this for a few minutes, in and out.
Letting go of thinking that we don’t like, choosing our own thoughts instead.
In and out.
There we are.
We are already feeling better.
And there, right here, between the two breaths, between the two thoughts: nothingness.
The pure beauty of silence.
Listen.
K. Wilson

Our mind is full

Our mind is full of thoughts.
Thoughts are an accumulation of sentences.
Sentences are made of words.
Words are a mix of letters.
Letters are just a drawing on a piece of paper.
Our thoughts are random drawings in our heads.
We gave them meaning and power.
But by themselves they aren’t that much.
Little letters floating around, dancing in our heads.
They go here and there.
Calling us for attention.
For us to listen.
To give them life.
They come and go.
And we watch them all day long.
The only story of our life.
K. Wilson