Sometimes it's enough . . .
Sometimes it's enough for me to know it's just "mind". That mind "adds" (beliefs, assumptions, explanations, impressions, stories, meaning) to "what is".
Sometimes it's enough that I know the differences between the concept of a tree and an actual physical tree, and the concept consciousness and living presence (embodied consciousness).
Sometimes it's enough for me to appreciate the difference between conceptual understanding and non-conceptual understanding. (Do I think I'm hungry or am I actually hungry?)
Sometimes it's enough to accept the indescribable as truly indescribable, that it's easier to experience than to explain and that I'm never going to express in words exactly how "it" (life, consciousness, reality, realization, truth, whatever, etc, etc) really is, only how it is for me.
Sometimes it's enough to remember I only ever speak for myself to avoid the conceit that I speak for or on behalf of anyone or anything else ("people" in general, "everyone", "no one", "wise ones", "them", "others", "science", "consciousness", "reality", etc, etc).
Sometimes it's enough to discover that which appears complicated on the surface is really simple, and that which appears simple may be complicated under the surface merely because of unseen connections as when the world I sometimes ignore randomly slaps me in the face ("Hello there again!") or the self I'm trying to lose tugs insistently at my sleeve ("Hey, where ya going?").
Sometimes it's enough to realize that any epiphany, no matter how breathtakingly awesome and profoundly transformative in the moment . . . is only a glimpse.
Sometimes it's enough for me to recognize I am always "what is" (no escape possible), regardless what mind conjures about "awakening", "realization", "knowing", "enlightenment", or "whatever".
Hmmm . . . I suppose I can go and on an expend many more words on this . . . but what for? I think I get the gist.
Sometimes its's enough to know it's mind . . . and sometimes not.