Furious mind, an aloofer, seldom travels to the transcendental depths of its own stratums. Since fury knows not the language of softness and conciseness. Its hotness is, in fact, blazing the softest threads of trans-phenomenon that stitches tight the layers of mind.
Mind is an organ of possession composed of hallucinating layers and in between filled with the fluid of love and compassion. And a blazing mind is, alas, evaporating that fluid.
Trans means across. Mind needs to Trans the mind itself. It needs to peel off the layers filled of imagination one by one and let the fluid of everlasting joy be filled intact.
And for that the fury needs to be turned to merry. Merriness is that when mind finds out there is no mind to be heavily carried along the life’s journey as a furious aloofer.
Be always joyful and teach mind the lessons of joy, say masters.
