My soul is at peace, but my mind is on overdrive. So many things, so many moving parts, each with its own trajectory, back story, arc, connections, weight, transmutations and permutations.
By lunch time today, I found my brain tired. Fortunately, I have discovered a means to focus on my self, the real one, without making my mind the me that is... here I go again.
I do long for the emptiness found in the arms of Bangkok or Phuket. The transcendental realisation that nothing matters and that we put value and weight on things ourselves.
I just relaxed my shoulders. Did not realise how tense I was.
It's time for some meditation. I am the Kwitzach Haderach!
