Conquering my wounds, within the santuary of my mind

My sanctuary is located deep in my mind, it allows a slow process of regeneration of my wounds. The sanctuary is like the silence between thoughts, giving a rhythm and shape to the whole. I understand that everything in this world contains all the basic elements of order however my sanctuary permits me to be inconsequential. I am able to embrace the chaos that rages in between my thoughts and see a moment of clarity.

Of all the elements that make up the world, the most powerful and the most difficult to control is the human brain. You may not realise this but many times our brain thinks differently than the soul, or the heart. The brain’s senses flows freely and is the one that lies between, and joins the others. Harnessing the brain’s chaotic random thoughts is an essential ability for many people to find happiness, calm or even make a plunge into the abyss of loss.

A word of caution for those who try to meditate to commune with one’s self. It is not as easy as it seems to wriggle yourself from your thoughts and find the sanctuary. The voice that you hear may be a sub-conscience of your heart which tells you Reason, while your soul may reveal the Truth. Sanctuary to me is not about Good or Evil, or the Dark vs the Light. It is merely a sanctuary for me to Heal my self or paralysing my weeping wounds, despite the wrongs or rights I have done in my life.

To me, the mind is more than brain-matter, it is my sanctuary, my friend and my foe.

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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