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In the midst of electro-magnetic signals running through billions synapses, a spark of clarity brings to my consciousness the question about the reality and validity of all what is perceived by what is called my mind. Mind, mind, who are you?

Shadows and memories of the past entertaining me so well that no fundamental questions are usually making their way to the surface. From the deep darkness of my entailed thoughts, vibrations, oscillations, data transferred at the speed of light from a point of my inner world, do appear as a reality on its own, eternal in its substance, immortal in its existence, basis for the world of conventions.

The world, reminiscence, mirror image, sand castle, reflection of the moon in the pond, though appearing so real to that mind eager to forget itself, to escape the responsibility of its experiences, to run forward from wall to wall, searching for the sensations which will keep it blind, which will keep it believing that ignorance is bliss.

Ignorance, programming capability of duality, mistake of probability, hallucinogenic drug, sweet poison maintaining the fake vision of the reality as existing form its own side, illusion of external influences, uncontrollable movie running through the machine till breaking, exquisite dirt covering the inner eyes of wisdom.

Wisdom, liberating power, healing nectar for all illness of the mind, clarity over darkness, clarity within darkness, everlasting stillness, growing clear light eliminating any trace of ignorance, oneness.

Spark dancing in the sky without cloud, spark being the light and the sky, gliding without boundary; silence including all noises, awakened source of inspiration and ever flowing energy of Compassion beyond any duality, beyond any sense of mind, mine, my, and others.

Out of nowhere, out of Joy, out of space, the aggregates appear, one by one, emerging from the ultimate motivation, motivation without word, word without sound, sound of light, light to image, image to form, form to birth, dedicated birth, for the sake of all, all sentient beings.

From an aggregate to another, light without weight, without substance, smoke of incense enveloping, caressing, connecting, subtle vibration in the midst of chaos, appears what is called my mind.

From ignorance to clarity, from darkness to light, from chaos to stillness, how much have you to experience, how much suffering, how many deaths, how many births, O mind?
How much will it take for that mind to understand the illusory nature of all phenomena, the one taste in nature of all illusions, the absence of self-inherent reality of all what is perceived by the sense, by-product of past causes, result of Ignorance?

O monkey mind, more dangerous than a wild elephant, accept the challenge of peace, ultimate effort towards harmony. May that observer opens its inner eyes at the pace of mind, accomplishing the unspoken light, reaching in a moment all that can be understood, uniting both shores, bringing in one the boat, the river, and its passenger.