#Mind The exponential explosion of illusion. The supremely powerful mirage in the desert of pleasure where each ripple conquered, results in more ripples. A quicksand that can't won by attempting to deal with agitating the surface. Salvation lies in striking at the root. To not feed the mind with more thoughts, but to absorb all of its chaos. #smimano "Mano mulam idham jagath" 'Raktabija vadha' - Devi Mahatmyam, Chapter 8 Shumbha and Nishumba desired the mastery of the beautiful mother 'Kaushiki' as their consort. The undoing of their own pride. In a sense, they're in each of us. As the indulgent ego that seeks to subdue the beautiful nature around us which in itself retaliates to annihilate us. Along the way, comes the mind. Like the Raktabija. Where in each drop of his blood spilt, origins another raktabija. The exponential explosion of illusion. The supremely powerful mirage in the desert of pleasure where each ripple conquered, results in more ripples. A quicksand that can't won by attempting to deal with agitating the surface. Salvation lies in striking at the root. To not feed the mind with more thoughts, but to absorb all of its chaos. To channel the entire stream onto the altar. Denying any more chance of multiplication. Like the tongue of mother Kali that swallows the blood not letting even one drop touch the earth and vanquishing the asura once for all completely! The mind is a monster that grows exponentially when we attempt to conquer it by strength, but the moment we hold it by its roots, not allowing the germination of one bad thought, we master it at once.
