Monkey Mind and The Pond Mandala

My brain runs on like 16 tracks simultaneously. Lately, it's worse, and I can't concentrate. So much is in gestation, or unfinished, or of Looming Importance. Worst Monkey Mind In The History Of Ever. So I had to stop myself from a project(ion) today and sit. On the dock of pond. In which pond there is an aerator. Bubbles come up, expand in an every changing circle, fade off into the pond water.

A Perfect Mandala of Coming and Going out of Being. (which btw, is what something like 90% of your personal body mass is doing all the time at the sub-sub-atomic level -- read it in Discover in this cool article about the supercollider at Brookhaven Long Island recreating the conditions of the Big Bang with gold atoms, and how the gluons and what not, of we and everything right now are made, seem to dip in and out of existence, in an out of the energy of the Bang --- see? Monkey Mind. Connection here, Connection there...)

Anyway, so I'm sitting on the dock, with beads, touching beads, breathing with each bead. That's it. Practice without form.

I'm not that much calmer now, but I found a sweet little mandala.

Rinse. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat.