Sometimes the soul takes a rest from this world. Sits quietly among the thronging thoughts until they depart one by one. Left alone with the void, one becomes the void. Surprisingly, the thoughts are respectful at last. They wish me no harm and are happy to evaporate into the nothingness from which they arose.

I am sitting in a cluttered dining room at my cluttered desk. It’s been messier since the kitchen was painted. Boxes sit around waiting to be delegated but I am not able to carry out orders to them quite yet. The spring green of the trees outside my window are chartreuse. I see two old squirrel nests abandoned and as messy as my desk.

Stillness has arisen amidst the clutter. Shhhhh.