It's lovely to play a flute, or to be alone or to sit watching  cats. 

The space inside me is always looking to be filled. I am an empty cup; I need an other to be the wine. 

So that's how I am when I'm dozing. My mind is never still. It's more like a river; a mighty agitation of emotions and ideas ever  flowing and all I can do is watch the river. That's as near as I can get to calm abiding. But maybe it's close enough.

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