When I look, I see that they are simply thoughts. In my direct experience, thoughts arise unbidden–I have no control over them, other than I can leave them alone. Let the thought train shoot on by.
There are useful thoughts that help organize life, or get us to a meeting on time. I’m not writing about that variety. I have discovered that the thoughts or opinions flavored by emotion or preference that come to this body-mind are fundamentally unreliable. Thoughts cannot “think” about this moment except in hindsight, because thinking is always late–it comes after the moment. Thoughts judge, tell stories, make distinctions, and divide oneness into the multiplicity we apparently experience. They are small–like a crumb–rather than the whole aromatic, warm loaf of bread. As Nirmala says, “a small truth.”
So when thoughts are practical and not filled with emotion, I’m happy to attend to the common sense that is there. Emotion is the clue that a thought is highly suspect, and that I’ve slipped into believing a small truth again.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013
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