A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
If the mind becomes balanced and detached, and comes to dwell in its own true home, imbued with the love of God, then it enjoys the essence of supreme spiritual wisdom; it shall never feel hunger again.
“Make your offering,” said the Master. “As you make it be pleased in mind. Make your mind completely calm and contented. Focus and fill the offering-mind with the giving. From this secure position you can be free from ill will.”
No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought. The final end of the Nature’s dance; I am it whom I have sought. A realm of bliss bare, ultimate, beyond both knower and known. A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the one alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life; I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God-Soul. My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; my cosmic play is done.
Mind is like an ocean - stormy at the surface, calmest in the depths.
