Mind

The mind is a light
which sees only the surface of things
or at most a little below the surface.

The mind does not record things as they are,
but as they appear to it.

The mind is a thing that dwells
in diffusion, in succession.

Mind is a knower of fractions
and a worker of divisions
striving to arrive at a sum.

The mind is not an instrument of knowledge

but an organizer of knowledge.

Mind is born from that
which is beyond mind.

Mind is a passage
not a culmination.

There are higher levels of mind
than any we now conceive
and to these we must one day reach.

Our imperfect mental instrumentation
is not the last word of our possibilities.

Our thought must be clear and ordered.
When this is done, we shall see, to our surprise,
that it has become creative.

A quiet mind does not mean 

that there will be no thoughts or mental movement at all,

but that these will be on the surface,

and you will feel your true being within,

separated from them, but observing but not carried away.

Even when it is strong and clear and dominant,
Mind, though it imposes a certain, a considerable mentalized harmony,
cannot integrate the whole being and nature.