What can be said of the quicksilver dilettante mind of a triple gemini? Mercurial, airborne, fleeting floating flying fleeing, anywhere but here... "now" just another point of departure for the next scurrilous spurious flight of fancy, mind on auto-pilot, careening past the immediate into some random trajectory stimulated by a sound, a word, a memory, a wish, a scent, any given moment irrevocably lost to this incorrigibly self-absorbed, self-stimulating ever-whirling cultural cuisinart of a restless mind.
Enough. Demais. Desist. Disarm. Descanse.
The restless thoughts have had their day. Let the winds now whisper instead of wail. Let the hurricanes cease and the gentle rains fall. Let the waves gently lap instead of capsize this vessel. Let time stand still in each moment for a moment. And let the quantum spaces between words, between thoughts be filled with earthly awareness and the divine breath of the universe.
Vademecum...
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