A Buddhist magazine highlight jumped out at me lately: “The mind is compassionate and kind.”  Hmmm, what kind of mind does THAT guy have?!  Mine is jumpy, argumentative, paradoxical and often nonsensical.

“What will I wear?”
“Doesn’t matter, you won’t get the job.”
“NICE attitude, maybe I will!.”
“You don’t have anything nice to wear anyway.”
“Well we have to wear something.”
“My knees hurt, let’s take a painkiller.”
“You don’t really need it.”
“So what, I want it.”
“Oh wow, her brother died last night–gotta call her.  He’s been promoted.”
“I wonder when my dog will die.  I hope I don’t have to help him.”
“Geez all my pants are too tight, I’m fat.”
“I’m hungry, what’s for lunch.”

Ohhhmmmmmmmm.   My chanting soothes this chattering rambling voice.  The simple phrase from this morning’s meditation: The sun is moving south.  Words that calm me.  The Divine is here.  Inside here.  Watching the noise with a Mona Lisa smile.