to delve backward into wise mind

to be without emotion and to be without rationalization, leaves you in wise mind; a place where things are as they are, not as I am.
emotions can stream through me, like clouds passing through the sky, but i let them go and do not hold on to them. to be removed, but to not be a ghost. do not be a ghost among people. be completely yet be like fluid; again like those clouds. so you become an inner sky of clouds and your body becomes a cloud itself, not clinging to anything, but floating past things are they meet you. and when an emotion arises, I breathe and let it pass, whatever emotion it may be. its a new realm to realize that i am not my emotions, that they do not have to control me, that 'this too' really 'shall pass'. and when they increase in frequency, like the waves of a sea, i just breathe and let them float through and out of me. i give them no mind, no attention and so they move along and i have not acted upon them. when they become strong, i will be tested, strong emotions, like giant waves, but i can't be moved. i will let them pass over me and like any large wave, there may be pain at first. but the emotion is just something that attaches to me in this example like a leech. if i pick it off my skin enough times it will move on to find a new host.

the goal is to not have emotions controlling me. the goal is to have peace of mind. things that control me are not my core. my core is unshakable, is peaceful and free.

to be in a moment of clarity, or wise mind, neither rationalizing nor emotionalizing, is a beautiful moment.

wise mind comes out of nothing and holds nothing and lets everything else go, live wind rolling over a field of grass, rolling away and the grass dances to and fro in the breath. to be without emotion is to be with the truth. emotion changes what is to what can be or what should be, etc. not what is.

she walks along a wooded path
she is barefoot and the moss is soft and cool
there are birds singing
the sunlight is warm through the trees
the soft yellow light dances
she finds an aged stump
the wood has become softened
there are fanned white mushrooms spiraling its base
she sits comfortably
and looks up through the trees at the slowly moving clouds
and she knows she is ok
there is a breeze that moves through her hair
she gets up
and continues to walk along the path
the earth is cool under her feet
the sun is warm
the clouds drift by