There's a certain little spot in my mind where there's an absolute stillness.
No thoughts, no feelings, no emotions, no turmoil,
no breeze or rain or sunshine or darkness.
Just absolute stillness.
There are a million thought-like debris flying around and round that spot.
But the spot lies empty.
I'm unable to catch hold of any of those anchorless thoughts.
I can't enter that spot either where I can melt into that stillness.
I need to, so need to.
That noisy, painful, meaningless thought-debris will consume me otherwise.
I feel myself standing just outside the stillness among the chaos
and reaching in, but I'm not quite there.
Yet.