All in the mind

How often are we trapped by this thing we call mind. Does this thing even exist? Could it be that the mind is just a manifestation of an electro-chemical interaction...an interlacing of cells, atomic and sub-atomic particles, coalescing with "events" that are present in our immediate surrounds? Yet the way this thing communicates with our bodies, is with a sensastion of thought, which uses a word virus to illustrate what reality is. This reality, however, is not based on what is, it is a reflection of what has been and what might or could be. To live totally in the present moment is perhaps an ideal to strive for. I am contemplating and perhaps yearning to engage in such a process, to enable some level of living through a state of being that is concerned predominately with the immediate, rather than a fantasy of what was or could be. It is hard thing to practice, with a head like mine you are apt to communicate alot of self deprecatory dialogue about what I ought to do, or what I should do or how things should be, etc. etc. etc. In essence it is a narcissistic depreciation of self. My ego is constantly drawing upon this image that the mind has created, as a form of identification with the greater world about me. More often than not, a negative sphere of reality is the by product of consultation with such an image. In reality, I am living an illusion and it could be argued that all is an illusion because of this endless dialogue.

The illusion of self. Pehaps anything attributable to self is a mere reflection of a virus that has implanted itself in our heads. A virus that wants to dominate existence, in nature there is no other predator which equals this vile creature. The mind harbours this virus and I idolise it, much to the detriment of my nature. Nature is silent, it is a vast choir of stillness. "Be still and know that I am God" is what echoes in the silence. To become familar with the presence of nature I must imitate it, so that a resonance of what is real can reveal itself, rather than the obsessive virus emulating a vision of what that reality is.