“My thoughts do not mean anything.”
The text talks about the mind really being a blank. When talking about meditation some sources compare the mind to the blue sky and thoughts to clouds appearing and floating by.
I find it helpful to picture my mind as the blue sky. The monkey mind may serve up regurgitated thoughts, but I am not fooled by them: I see them simply appearing and passing by as clouds, and I do not cling to any of them. I do not believe them, I do not attach to them. My real thoughts are not like passing clouds. My real thoughts are like sunlight that warms and inspires. I have gotten glimpses of that light already.
For the purpose of today’s lesson, it suffices to simply become aware that the thoughts that, like clouds, seem to habitually occupy the sky that is the mind, are not at all interesting. I can observe them in their passing without entertaining them. I am preparing to welcome the light that warms and delights.