Be Water
When a stone falls into a pond,we can see the ripples it creates.Waves rise and fade away on their own.
The water returnsto its original still form.Water always remains water—unchanging, still, and empty.
But when there’s turbulence in our mind,we don’t allow it to settle by itself.
Then the Fear is born.We start thinking.We try to force our mind into silence.And then the mind forgetsits natural, calm state.
What is it that disturbs our mind?Someone’s words,an image,an incident,an experience,or imaginations of the future.All day long,these things keep spinning in the mind.
One thought follows another,one emotion follows the next.The mind never staysin one place.It fears going deep into any task.
Our heart and mind are never fully involved.It runs in one direction,then another.
All day,we keep running from instabilitytoward stabilityand from stability back to instability.
And in this way,a day passes,a year passes,an entire life passes.
But something is always present—like water.Always watching,always listening,always sensing.What is itthat remains calmeven after the mindwanders for a lifetime?
When the mind is sad,this stillness keeps watching. When the mind is happy,it keeps watching.
Is it really possibleto find this stillnessin the midst of the mind’s chaos?I believeit is possible But for that,we must watch every activity of the mind.
But can anyone be so honest with themselves?Maybe only the onewho learns to listen to the mind,to observe the mind,to be with themselves,can be that still.
A child asks for something if denied, they cry.We attach ourselves to someone and fear losing them.An experience happens we start living in it.
No matter how organized our outer life is,inside, there remains a certain disorder.So many wounds,so many memories cling to the mind and simply stay For a Long Period of Time.
And we go on living like this.A person whose mind hasdeeply troubled them,weakened them,scared them—who has suffered due to mind’s patternstries to bring a little change.
But still,the deep layers of the mind remain.We always actfrom our childhood programming,our parents’ behaviors,our past experiences,our memories.
And thus,we never see that stillness which is always therein every moment.The past and the future—they are just the way the mind functions.
Everything in our past keeps leaning toward the future.Every day,new memories get stored.In this psychological world,we are never still.
Whatever we do—the mind gets bored.It gets tired of people,of its own habits.And then one day,life itself starts to feel boring.
Even if this whole lifeis just a memory for the mind, even if all this information about “me,”and this separated experience,is still connected to “I”—there is something within us that remains untouched by all this.
Truly, this is a wonder.I feel this is the greatest mystery in the world.
In truth,our mind is unstable—but we are not.The mind remembers everything—pain and joy alike.But there is something within that holds no memory,that is always still,that only watches.
And the moment we hear this,we ask—”How can I attain it?”And this question itselfis born from desire—a creation of the mind.
Then the mind starts trying—searches through books,goes to people,goes to the mountains—and finally gets caught in its own web.
If we are that stillness,if we are that witness,then how can it be “attained”?How can it be searched for in the mind?
All these efforts that people make in the world—aren’t they just in vain?Those who are trying to find something inside—they’re only fooling themselves.
What are you searching for?And Whom are you searching? When that itself is you.That is me.
You’re entangled in names,in images,in beliefs,in stories,in philosophies.But all of that exist within the limitations of the mind.
The mind defines the meaning of words.It creates images.It builds beliefs and traditionsover centuries.
Philosophies and scriptures—they are all made by the mind.Water has no shape,no form,no identity.
Throw a stone into it or a flower—whether it’s the water of a pondor of the ocean—no matter where or what form—it remains water.In the end,it is only water.
Even if it’s mixed with dirt,even if its color changes,it is still water.
Be still.Be still.Be still—and keep watching the mind’s restlessness.