There once was a man who lived in a cave. He knew many things. Those were the things, he could not tell. He saw many things; those were the things, he could not express. He heard many things; those were the things he could not utter. He felt many things; those were the things he dismissed. He thought many things; those were the things that kept him in the cave.

Thoughts. Oh! How they bind, confine and restrict us! They malignantly ferment in a bed of tumultuous confusion. The unmistakable commotion they stir within the mind of the individual leaves little room for tranquility. Our unrelenting ‘thought filled’ plans destroy the natural state of our serenity, seeking to devour us in a web of comparison, competition and scandal. We contrive, contend and challenge anyone or anything which seems to interfere with our well-thought out plans. We are accustomed to planning our lives away with the various non-ceasing thoughts of achievement, overcoming and successful attainment.

We’re saturated with an abundance of ‘needing attention, adoration, respect, admiration, being well-thought of’ thoughts. So much so, our lives are geared towards making certain we do whatever it takes to secure the fulfillment of these nebulous thoughts. The psychological strangeness associated in/with these all-consuming infectious thoughts: we ‘say’ we don’t KNOW what we want which determines what we think; when all the while what we want is in direct conflict to the thoughts we entertain. And, IF by chance we decide we KNOW what we want, we imbue our thoughts with all of the reasons why we can’t or won’t be able to obtain the treasure.

Complicating matters even further, we flood our minds with quarreling self talk ,which is supposed to insulate us (by discussing the pros and cons) from the irritating doubtful suggestions, we manufacture, maintain and exaggerate, to make certain we ‘ahead of the other guy’, be the smartest, brightest, funniest, sexiest, thinnest, richest, most physically fit, coolest, and certainly, we must possess the “most eagerly sought after charismatic sensually appealing personality” known on the planet. How exhausting, energy-robbing, brain depleting, psychic vampire thriving these negatively driven contagious thoughts are. We succumb to the devastating, debasing ‘claw grabbing’ effects, all the while taking a sick pride in our thoughts, as if they were somehow different from others.

We need not remain in a cave. WE choose to remain separated and alone. Our thoughts prevent us from being able to mingle with the rest of humanity in a ‘natural and convenient’ way. We believe the other person either does not care or is out to do us in, IF given the opportunity. Not so. The gauge on the ‘thought barometer’ varies depending upon emotional input and artistic output. Artistic output? Yes. Thoughts are sublime sacred sensual sexual artistic energy seeking valid and authentic expression. Any form of counterfeit deceiving will not be tolerated by the soul’s gravitational impetus for genuine human experience. In other words, to try to ‘get over on the other guy’ will not fly! The false action returns with full and unmitigated vengeance of more morbid and distraught thoughts.

We live no where else but with our own self-generated contradictory thoughts. We stay in an ensuing battle with ourselves; continually at war, with no treaty in sight. To add insult to injury, we dare to assume we KNOW what others are thinking, not only for them but what they think about us. How fascinatingly absurd! What a purposefully vain thought!

We are consumed with sanctioned ideas which are no more than embellished thoughts. We think, we think but we don’t think at all. We are not aware enough to think. Our minds are flooded by putrid re-run thoughts so decomposed and manipulated; yet, we salute them as venerated generals. Paying homage to the familiarity of cherished weight we assign to them, we bow as they parade in our heads with pressing ungoverned harmful activity. Is it possible to stop the malicious thoughts we so cleverly mask in a charade of benign remarks? Yes. But, not without the total agreement to surrender the thoughts that hold us captive while we try to release their viciously arranged, conditioned hold. “Here we go ‘round the Mulberry Bush”.

Let be what will be. Stop chasing, giving credence and worshiping thoughts. The erroneous mind-deteriorating thought that we will be this or that when this or the other happens is a contracted maggot-infested lie! What we will do “WHEN” does not exist, never did exist, never will exist. What we do “WHEN” will never be what we do at all. We cannot project what we will do any moment beyond the moment in which we are breathing. The accumulated thoughts we  emanate on the proposed day of miraculous “WHEN” shall be perforated with an unsuspecting stench of self-defeat no matter the circumstances. When the thought of what will be has entered our head, the experience itself has already changed form.

The insufferable part of ourselves which inherently wants to make anything safe and secure disturbs the virgin thoughts we could ever envision. Our thoughts are adored lies we have manufactured in order to survive; beyond that proverbial position, we think we are thriving. We never consider those relished thoughts have us diving into the abyss of ‘making sure we get the biggest piece of pie’. Then those same thoughts gossip, condemn, criticize and excuse IF we either fail (according to our expectations) or are caught with our belligerent self-seeking motives showing.

We are never confused by the thoughts of another. We do a perfectly splendid job of that ourselves. Thoughts flitter, flatter and flutter. Toss to and fro with no loyalty or dependability and yet, we cling to them as if each and every one matters. The truth is: not to think is total freedom. Not to have a lust of result would empty us of our premeditated destructively worthless thoughts. Is that possible? Can that pristine, guileless meditative enlightened state be achieved? Who knows? Do you have a thought about it?