Tag: mindfulness

Non-Attachment

Admiring Her Beauty Without the Need to Possess It

She stood before you—radiant, complete, untouched by your desire. You saw her beauty not as something to claim but something to witness. No attempt to preserve it. No hunger to prolong the moment. Just presence.

This is the essence of non-attachment. The ability to recognize the luminous without needing to make it yours. To love deeply without ownership. To appreciate fully without clinging. To admire, and then walk away—not because you don’t care, but because you’ve seen clearly.

Desire often masquerades as appreciation. It sneaks in, subtle at first, until the gaze becomes gripping. The mind begins to script stories: how it could be, how it should be, how it must be. But true seeing requires no continuation. It is complete in its own silence.

Beauty invites reverence, not possession. When you see her—whatever or whatever she is—truly see her. Let that moment be enough. Let the gaze be unpolluted by longing. Let the love be real because it is free.

To walk away isn’t abandonment. It is freedom for both the viewer and the viewed. There is no trace left behind. No emotional residue. Just the echo of a sacred glimpse, unbroken by need.

And isn’t that the deepest form of intimacy? To allow something or someone to remain what they are, without the distortion of your grasp?

Non-attachment does not dim the light of love; it refines it. It teaches the heart how to hold everything while clinging to nothing. It teaches the soul how to dance with impermanence, and still call it sacred.

Sometimes the most awakened gesture isn’t to stay, or to reach, or to take—but simply to witness beauty… and bow.

Morgan O. Smith

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Bodhi Mental Care & Wellness

Expanding Access to Mental Health Tools for Marginalized Youth and Families

I’m proud to share that I recently founded Bodhi Mental Care & Wellness—a nonprofit organization dedicated to making evidence-based mental health support accessible to those who are often left waiting or overlooked. We offer free neurofeedback training and meditation sessions to youth and families living in marginalized communities. Our mission is to reduce barriers, provide practical tools for emotional well-being, and empower participants to cultivate greater awareness, resilience, and clarity.

We’re not just an idea on paper. Bodhi Mental Care & Wellness is already operational. Free meditation sessions and events are being offered online, including upcoming streams on YouTube, welcoming anyone who wants to participate. We’re also moving forward with the process of securing charitable status to expand our reach and impact.

What is Neurofeedback?

Neurofeedback is a science-based training method that helps people learn to regulate their own brain activity. It uses real-time monitoring of brainwave patterns, giving participants direct feedback to support healthier, more balanced mental states. The brain is a dynamic system, always adapting. Neurofeedback harnesses that natural adaptability to promote calm, focus, emotional regulation, and greater self-awareness.

Why Does This Matter?

Communities facing systemic inequities often encounter long wait times, high costs, or cultural barriers when seeking mental health support. Youth and families in these environments can experience heightened stress, trauma, and limited access to effective care. Neurofeedback and meditation provide practical, non-pharmaceutical tools that anyone can learn to use, supporting emotional regulation, mental clarity, and healing. By offering these programs free of charge, Bodhi Mental Care & Wellness aims to disrupt cycles of marginalization, foster resilience, and create space for lasting well-being.

How You Can Help

Our work relies on the generosity of those who share this vision. Donations enable us to keep sessions free for participants who need them most, expand our programming, and continue building accessible pathways to mental wellness. If you’d like to support Bodhi Mental Care & Wellness, please consider visiting our website:

🌐 www.bodhicare.org

Together we can make mental health support not just a privilege, but a right shared by all.

Morgan O. Smith

Courting the Unplanned

How Practice Prepares Us for Awakening

Accidents are rarely welcome. They’re events that disrupt plans, crack illusions of control, and leave us changed. Spiritual awakening carries something of that wildness. It can’t be willed into being like a project with clear steps and predictable results. Yet there’s a paradox: devoted contemplative practice seems to make one more likely to be undone by it.

Meditation does not guarantee enlightenment. It prepares no certificate, no badge of arrival. Instead, it functions more like softening the soil so a seed can break through when conditions conspire. This isn’t an engineering feat—it’s an invitation to the uncontrollable.

Spiritual traditions often warn against striving too hard. Effort burns away distractions, but effort itself becomes another barrier if clung to. Discipline is essential, but so is surrender. A meditator learns to sit still enough for their self-concept to slip, fragile as old paint on a crumbling wall. What breaks through is not what the ego planned.

Such a shift is catastrophic for self-image. One can’t choreograph being seized by silence, seen through by awareness, or stripped of all strategies. Preparation helps only because it erodes resistance. A lifetime of practice might be nothing more than a way of making oneself more susceptible to grace.

Grace here is no moral reward. It’s the inexplicable unveiling of what has always been true. Practice hones attention so that, eventually, one notices the absurdity of separation. The boundary keeping “me” apart from the rest collapses. It can feel like an accident precisely because it breaks expectation so thoroughly.

So why practice? Not to force awakening but to grow familiar with letting go. To cultivate the courage to be shattered. To understand that no amount of control can deliver the gift, but the willingness to wait can make one receptive. A practitioner may become the sort of person for whom awakening is more likely—not because they deserve it, but because they are no longer guarding against it.

True meditation is a kind of sabotage of our usual certainties. That is its danger, and its promise. The question isn’t whether practice causes awakening like cause yields effect, but whether practice makes us vulnerable enough to be struck by what is always here.

Morgan O. Smith

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When Nothing Belongs to You

Once You Detach Yourself from All Things, Everything Becomes Beautiful

A strange phenomenon arises the moment we no longer grip the world by the throat. What once felt jagged begins to soften. The same city skyline, the same broken cup, the same impatient stranger on the train—all begin to shimmer, not with any added sparkle, but with a quality that was always there, hidden behind the veil of expectation.

It’s not that the world changes. You do.

Detachment is not withdrawal. It’s not apathy, nor is it a sterile indifference. It is intimacy without ownership. Love without clutching. Awareness without the distortion of personal commentary. You can finally see things clearly because you’re no longer trying to use them—to define yourself, to fill an absence, to make them mean something they don’t.

When you release the need to extract purpose or permanence from experience, beauty emerges—not as something to possess, but as something that is. The leaf fluttering to the ground, the silence between thoughts, the look in a stranger’s eye—all of it becomes radiant, but not because it offers you anything. It simply reveals itself when you’re no longer insisting that it must.

This clarity—this unburdened seeing—is often misunderstood as detachment from life. But it’s quite the opposite. You are not detached from life; you are detached from your ideas about it. The concept collapses. Only presence remains.

And presence doesn’t compare or crave. It beholds. It receives. It honours.

Try this: Let everything be exactly what it is today. No fixing. No rejecting. No rehearsing for tomorrow. Watch what happens when you stop insisting that the world obey your script. A quiet awe begins to surface—so gentle you could miss it if you’re waiting for fireworks.

That awe is the fragrance of truth. And truth is always beautiful.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Game of Black & White

How You Play the Game of Black & White Reveals Your Level of Spiritual Maturity

He doesn’t avoid the black squares. He just stops thinking they’re cursed.

You can tell how spiritually mature someone is by how they engage with contrast—not by how they escape it. The game of black and white is always being played. Light falls beside shadow, certainty walks with doubt, and gain is never far from loss. But while most are trying to land only on the white tiles, the one who has seen beyond duality walks freely across the whole board.

Spiritual growth doesn’t mean becoming invulnerable to darkness; it means seeing the darkness without contracting around it. A child in awareness recoils from discomfort and seeks the promise of the ‘light.’ A grown soul knows that neither is final, and neither needs to be resisted. The black square isn’t a punishment. The white square isn’t a reward. They are moves in the same dance.

The one who awakens learns to stop chasing symmetry. No longer obsessed with winning, they realize it was never about domination of light over dark, nor rising above contradiction. It was about presence through all of it. About meeting each moment with equanimity, whether wrapped in sorrow or shining in joy.

Some play to avoid pain. Others play to seek pleasure. But the wise one plays to see. And seeing, they cease to play as a someone at all.

They simply move.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Rapture of Letting Go

Presence is not a prize to be won or a fortress to defend. It is not some static peak upon which the awakened are meant to perch forever, unmoved and untouchable. The pursuit of a “permanent state” of anything—even presence—quietly binds us again to the illusion we sought to transcend. It becomes another mask of the seeker, cloaked in stillness, trembling behind the veil of spiritual ambition.

States rise and dissolve. Rapture comes like a summer breeze and vanishes just as gently. Then irritation, confusion, boredom. Then clarity. Then fog. The parade continues, not because you are failing, but because you are alive.

To lose attention is not to lose awareness. What perceives the loss? What observes the drift and the return? That witnessing is untouched. It is not opposed to distraction, nor does it seek permanence. It simply is, always.

Clinging to peace is no different from clinging to pain. The grasping hand is the same. When rapture becomes an achievement, it quietly rots. But when it is allowed to dance freely—hidden beneath the dishes in the sink, behind the silent gaze on the subway, or in a burst of sudden awe at the sky—then it becomes alive again.

You can continue to practice, to breathe, to cultivate. But do so like a child builds a sandcastle: for the love of it, not to resist the tide. Joy, too, is a practice. But it must remain unhooked from outcome.

There’s a kind of rapture in the background hum of your own awareness—even when the foreground is chaos. That quiet clarity never left. You’re not missing the moment. You are the moment, passing through its own reflections. And if you laugh at the absurdity of forgetting and remembering over and over again, then perhaps that’s the most awakened thing of all.

Morgan O. Smith

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Beyond the Great Divide

White Supremacy, Caste, and the Collapse of Constructed Hierarchies through Nondual Perception

What happens to white supremacy when whiteness is no longer seen as a centre?
What becomes of caste when the hierarchy collapses into the unbroken Whole?
These aren’t abstract questions, but intimate ruptures in perception that strike at the root of separation.

From the nondual view, the machinery of supremacy and caste is not just unethical—it is illusory. A dream born of mistaken identity. These systems persist because the world is filtered through the lens of difference. They rely on “me” and “you,” “above” and “below,” “pure” and “impure.” Once those constructs dissolve, the scaffolding that held them together trembles.

To see with undivided awareness is not to turn away from injustice—it is to see it with such clarity that the illusion loses power.

The mind behind supremacist ideology must first construct a self that is isolated, then build defences around that self using race, status, bloodline, and geography. But once this boundary is questioned—not through philosophy, but through direct experience—an entire civilization of “better than” collapses into silence.

There is no whiteness in the Absolute. No Brahmin, no Dalit. No legacy of conquerors, no lineage of slaves. These roles, though ferociously enacted on the stage of form, do not survive the fire of presence. They belong to the play of names and forms—real enough to cause suffering, yet ultimately not what is.

Nonduality does not excuse or erase suffering. It reveals the mechanisms that perpetuate it: misidentification, grasping, and fear. And it points to the only true revolution—the recognition of what was never divided.

When someone rooted in supremacist delusion awakens to the groundless reality of Being, they are not offered a spiritual bypass, but a mirror. One that reflects every role played, every belief clung to, and the emptiness beneath them all. This is not comfort. It is unmaking.

Likewise, those dehumanized by caste are not told to ignore injustice. Rather, they are invited to witness that their essence was never touched by degradation. The soul, if we may call it that, has no fingerprints. No brand of subjugation can mark the formless.

The end of separateness is not utopia. It is not the promise of a better structure. It is the absence of structure where no one rules and no one serves. Where self and other melt into something wordless.

Once you know yourself as that which sees without division, supremacy is not just immoral—it’s absurd. The belief that one appearance of the Whole is more worthy than another is like believing one wave owns the ocean.

And so, from this stillness, something radical emerges: not activism rooted in identity, but action arising from unity. Compassion that does not pity, but recognizes itself. Justice that is not vengeance, but restoration of clarity. Love that is not sentimental, but annihilating.

The real threat to white supremacy and caste is not education alone, nor protest alone. It is the awakening of even one being to what cannot be divided. For when the illusion of separation dies, the systems built upon it cannot survive.

Morgan O. Smith

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Meeting the Unknowable

Gazing into the Face of the Infinite

There may come a moment when stillness deepens, and the mind gives way to something vast and formless. No longer bound by identity, perception turns inward, unveiling a presence that has always been there—unseen, yet intimately familiar.

This is not the face reflected in mirrors or the self shaped by memory and experience. It is something far more primordial, resting beneath all layers of perception. It neither belongs to time nor is confined by space. It is the first and the last, the one who watches and the one being watched.

To encounter this presence is to witness creation itself—a fluid, luminous movement, folding and unfolding like breath. What appears as a single vision contains an entire cosmos, shifting and reforming in patterns beyond understanding. A current of knowing flows from it, carrying the weight of both stillness and storm, tenderness and terror. There is no contradiction—only the totality of what is.

This vision may stir awe, but it will also strip away illusion. The small self—the fragile construct of name, form, and history—begins to dissolve. The ego, unprepared for its own undoing, clings to the edges of familiarity. It resists, yet it cannot hold. The presence that once seemed separate reveals itself as the origin of all things.

Ancient myths have spoken of this encounter. Some say none can see it and live. But it is not the body that perishes—it is the illusion of separateness that fractures beyond repair. And while the mind trembles, something deeper recognizes the moment for what it is: a return, not a loss.

What once appeared unreachable was never distant. The face sought for lifetimes has always been the one looking through these eyes. The one seeking has always been the sought.

Standing before this presence is not to be destroyed but made whole.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Throne of Illusions

How the Mind Deifies Itself

The mind constructs its ruler—a sovereign draped in reverence, sculpted from ideals we exalt but refuse to embody. This deity is not an external force but a projection of the highest aspects of ourselves, polished and placed on an altar beyond reach. It is the sum of virtues we admire but disown, an illusionary monarch fashioned by the governing voice of the psyche.

This entity—crafted from moral codes, cultural doctrines, and inherited beliefs—sits enthroned above the nature it was designed to suppress. It governs impulses deemed unruly, desires cast into shadow, and instincts labeled sinful. To tame the wildness within, the mind erects an overseer—one adorned in righteousness, one feared yet adored.

But this sovereign is nothing more than an elaborate mirage, a construct sustained by collective faith. Every attribute labeled “good” is stripped from the individual and projected outward, transformed into a divine presence we serve rather than integrate. This keeps virtue at a distance, shimmering like unreachable jewels in an unseen vault. The self, fragmented by this artificial hierarchy, remains divided—some aspects glorified, others buried in shame.

Like all forms of dominion, this imagined rulership thrives on submission. Fear fuels its reign, whispering myths of punishment and reward. The throne itself is upheld by those who kneel before it, unaware that they are the architects of their captivity. Yet, the power we assign to this fabricated ruler has always belonged to us. The virtues we attribute to it are the very qualities waiting to be reclaimed.

The moment one ceases to externalize greatness, the illusion collapses. No ruler remains—only an undivided self, whole and sovereign.

Morgan O. Smith

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Beyond Mortality

A Gaze into the Infinite

A moment arrives when existence no longer appears as a scattered collection of isolated events. The world that once seemed separate dissolves, revealing a singular, undivided field of awareness. A startling recognition unfolds: nothing has ever been apart from anything else. It was only perception, veiled in habitual conditioning, that suggested otherwise.

This shift is not a mere conceptual understanding but a direct, undeniable realization. A sense of completeness emerges, untouched by the echoes of forgotten memories or the undercurrents of unconscious shadows. It is as if a long-lost secret has resurfaced, one that had always been present yet unseen.

The gravity of prior assumptions becomes laughable. The absurdity of the once-cherished illusions is exposed, leaving nothing but a profound, unshakable peace. What was once deemed distant now stands as the very essence of Being. A gaze into the heart of existence reveals an unbroken love—love not as an emotion, but as the raw, vibrating reality underlying all things.

What was once mundane now glows with an ineffable radiance. The ordinary becomes extraordinary. Every step, every breath, every fleeting sensation now brims with unspeakable beauty. The notion of duality collapses, not as an abstraction but as a living, breathing certainty. The joys and sorrows of the world are felt without resistance, dissolving into a seamless expanse that is neither joy nor sorrow, yet holds both.

The self, once believed to be confined within flesh and thought, reveals its vastness. Awareness expands beyond personal identity, interweaving with the collective hum of existence. The mind no longer clings to its narrative but dances freely in the boundless rhythm of the whole.

A clarity dawns—reality was never as it seemed. The senses had merely dressed the formless in familiar attire, mistaking projections for truth. What had been perceived as real was nothing more than a refracted glimmer of something deeper, something ungraspable yet ever-present. And once this is seen, it cannot be unseen.

Every cell vibrates in coherence, every particle flickers with intent, all moving in an exquisite harmony. There is no separation between the observer and the observed. The very air hums with a silent language, one that speaks not in words, but in direct knowing. It is a language without syntax, yet it communicates everything. To grasp it is to step into a realm beyond both sanity and madness, where paradox is no longer contradiction but completion.

To touch this space, even momentarily, is to witness the ineffable. The sky and earth merge, the seen and unseen intertwine, and the weight of distinction evaporates. It is here that the greatest truth is revealed: the story of existence cannot be told, for it is not a story at all. It is the living breath of the unknown, an unspoken song resonating in the heart of all things.

To see oneself fully is to vanish. To feel oneself fully is to disappear. In this luminous paradox, joy and mourning entwine, delight and longing become indistinguishable. A blissful lament echoes from the depths, mourning not loss, but the shedding of illusion.

Here, the mortal walks among the divine, and even beyond.

Morgan O. Smith

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