A New Earth
If she was mad, then everyone
was mad, including myself. There were differences in degree only.
For a moment, I was able to stand back from my own mind and see it
from a deeper perspective, as it were. There was a brief shift from thinking
to awareness. I was still in the men’s room, but alone now, looking at my
face in the mirror. At that moment of detachment from my mind, I laughed
out loud. It may have sounded insane, but it was the laughter of sanity, the
laughter of the big-bellied Buddha. “Life isn’t as serious as my mind makes
it out to be.” That’s what the laughter seemed to be saying. But it was only a
glimpse, very quickly to be forgotten. I would spend the next three years in
anxiety and depression, completely identified with my mind. I had to get
close to suicide before awareness returned, and then it was much more than a
glimpse. I became free of compulsive thinking and of the false, mind-made
“I.”
annaabi.ee 
