Some years ago, possibly as many as ten or more, I found myself thinking about 'peace of mind' a lot. I didn't feel as though I had 'peace of mind', and I wanted it. I felt like my mind was constantly searching for something, constantly running at top speed, but with no purpose or designated end result. It was making me crazy.
So I started running searches on the internet, and browsing bookstores for something that would fill the bill. Eventually, I found a book called
The Buddhist Path to Simplicity: Spiritual Practice in Everyday Life. I bought it and I started to read. I still have not finished the book. I get to a certain point, and find myself so deeply interested in the material that I have to stop and start the book over so I can really get it deeply digested. The next time I read it a little further, and then start over again. And so it has gone over and over.
Later I found another book that I like even more. It's called
Living in the light of death: On the art of being truly alive. What a great, mind-opening