That would be a good name for a rock band, Screaming Idiots.  There is so much noise in my head that isn’t productive or creative.  Tempting whiners that tell me I’m old and don’t want to move.  Depressed lazy voices that decide I have no talent, so I should stop trying so hard.  Even the “gotta do it now” voice that dumps guilt on me when I just sit.  Not to mention the argument it gets into with the voice that self-righteously mentions I should meditate every moment.

What an idea it was to inherit this human mind of talking, thinking, communicating, so-called “reasoning.”  If only I could really allow it to be like the bark of a tree, or a leaf on a flower–just a part of me. 

Keeping the One in my mind’s eye gives me a higher view, a sunrise of exquisite beauty that guides me to be new and new and renew.  Fresh air today, lots of fresh air of clear beauty to stun and silence the screaming idiots.  Her simple gesture quiets the crowd.