Editor's Note: Originally written April 2018, this poem was partially inspired by this classic movie scene
No Mind
Too many minds
Mind on relations
Mind on work
Mind on fear
Mind on pleasure
Too many minds
Not every thought the mind serves is worth something
Why is thought-ful the status quo?
Why counter thought with thought?
When feeling small, remember you're vast, unique
When feeling big, remember you're a universal speck
Too much thought
I have another way:
No mind
It's existence, not merely dwelling in existence
Not watching a swimmer in a vast clear blue ocean
It's plunging in yourself
No internal dialog
No evaluation
Just being with a capital B
No mind
