The mind may appear to be the source of sanity, but that sanity is often only superficial—just a thin surface layer. Scratch it slightly, and beneath it lies confusion, fear, and madness. True sanity doesn’t come from the mind; it arises only when you go beyond it—into meditation, into silence. Thoughts can never truly be sane; only in thoughtless awareness does real sanity begin.
As silence begins to bloom within you, it opens inner doors—one after another—leading you deeper into your heart, and finally into your very being. But don’t stop there. The mind is ancient and deeply ingrained; your experience of meditation is still tender and new. The old will try again and again to reclaim its hold. So let your silence grow roots. Let it become strong enough to influence your actions, your speech, your way of living.
Only when you are sure that you are in charge—not the mind—can you call yourself truly sane. That is the mark of a sane being: the mind has become the servant. For the insane, the mind remains the master.
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