Discontented Mind

Seeking, searching, and endless cycles of asking, inquiring, and wandering. And yet the moment is alive, free of judgment, free of the burdens of expectation and pressure. In each moment there is a sense of elation, a joyous silence in each breath.

It is not discontent that yields to suffering, it is the suppression of discontent, the numbing listless contented mind. Content in the ignorance of opinions and ideologies, where selfish perceptions fail to capture the breadth and beauty of the world as it actually exists.

Rage in your discontent, fuel that fire till it burns away every selfish desire, every bit of prestige and every fetter of power; it is of a discontented mind that freedom is realized and the illusions cast aside, where ego and suffering are laid bare to the truth of your attention.