One of the most incredibly devious creations we are aware of and know very little about is our own mind. It's a tool on one hand, yet pretends to be who we are. It's wayward mostly, swayed by external circumstances yet absolutely capable of utter stillness.
One needs a lot of practice to know and realize what it wants, how it behaves and to then tame it. There are very few people who can actually lay claim to have tamed it. But for the majority, its a lost cause. And to such an extent that we don't even realize the need to keep a check on it.
Its so powerful that it can create ripples by just thought and yet so weak that the minutest of untoward incident can throw it off balance. It dictates how we feel and how we live yet it is not really the one. Is your mind really you? If you can ask that question, then you'll know it isn't. It's this realization that probably leads the way to know more about who we really are.
So who are we for real?
