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I
can
’
t
seem
to
get
my
mind
to
hold
still
.
I
mentioned
this
once
to
an
Indian
monk
,
and
he
said
,
"
It
’
s
a
pity
you
’
re
the
only
person
in
the
history
of
the
world
who
ever
had
this
problem
.
"
Then
the
monk
quoted
to
me
from
the
Bhagavad
Gita
,
the
most
sacred
ancient
text
of
Yoga
:
"
Oh
Krishna
,
the
mind
is
restless
,
turbulent
,
strong
and
unyielding
.
I
consider
it
as
difficult
to
subdue
as
the
wind
.
"
Meditation
is
both
the
anchor
and
the
wings
of
Yoga
.
Meditation
is
the
way
.
There
’
s
a
difference
between
meditation
and
prayer
,
though
both
practices
seek
communion
with
the
divine
.
I
’
ve
heard
it
said
that
prayer
is
the
act
of
talking
to
God
,
while
meditation
is
the
act
of
listening
.
Take
a
wild
guess
as
to
which
comes
easier
for
me
.
I
can
prattle
away
to
God
about
all
my
feelings
and
my
problems
all
the
livelong
day
,
but
when
it
comes
time
to
descend
into
silence
and
listen
…
well
,
that
’
s
a
different
story
.
When
I
ask
my
mind
to
rest
in
stillness
,
it
is
astonishing
how
quickly
it
will
turn
(
1
)
bored
,
(
2
)
angry
,
(
3
)
depressed
,
(
4
)
anxious
or
(
5
)
all
of
the
above
.
Like
most
humanoids
,
I
am
burdened
with
what
the
Buddhists
call
the
"
monkey
mind
"
-
the
thoughts
that
swing
from
limb
to
limb
,
stopping
only
to
scratch
themselves
,
spit
and
howl
.
From
the
distant
past
to
the
unknowable
future
,
my
mind
swings
wildly
through
time
,
touching
on
dozens
of
ideas
a
minute
,
unharnessed
and
undisciplined
.
This
in
itself
is
not
necessarily
a
problem
;
the
problem
is
the
emotional
attachment
that
goes
along
with
the
thinking
.
Happy
thoughts
make
me
happy
,
but
-
whoop
!
-
how
quickly
I
swing
again
into
obsessive
worry
,
blowing
the
mood
;
and
then
it
’
s
the
remembrance
of
an
angry
moment
and
I
start
to
get
hot
and
pissed
off
all
over
again
;
and
then
my
mind
decides
it
might
be
a
good
time
to
start
feeling
sorry
for
itself
,
and
loneliness
follows
promptly
.
You
are
,
after
all
,
what
you
think
.
Your
emotions
are
the
slaves
to
your
thoughts
,
and
you
are
the
slave
to
your
emotions
.
The
other
problem
with
all
this
swinging
through
the
vines
of
thought
is
that
you
are
never
where
you
are
.
You
are
always
digging
in
the
past
or
poking
at
the
future
,
but
rarely
do
you
rest
in
this
moment
.
It
’
s
something
like
the
habit
of
my
dear
friend
Susan
,
who
-
whenever
she
sees
a
beautiful
place
-
exclaims
in
near
panic
,
"
It
’
s
so
beautiful
here
!
I
want
to
come
back
here
someday
!
"
and
it
takes
all
of
my
persuasive
powers
to
try
to
convince
her
that
she
is
already
here
.
If
you
’
re
looking
for
union
with
the
divine
,
this
kind
of
forward
/
backward
whirling
is
a
problem
.
There
’
s
a
reason
they
call
God
a
presence
-
because
God
is
right
here
,
right
now
.
In
the
present
is
the
only
place
to
find
Him
,
and
now
is
the
only
time
.
But
to
stay
in
the
present
moment
requires
dedicated
one
-
pointed
focus
.
Different
meditation
techniques
teach
one
-
pointedness
in
different
ways
-
for
instance
,
by
focusing
your
eyes
on
a
single
point
of
light
,
or
by
observing
the
rise
and
fall
of
your
breath
.
My
Guru
teaches
meditation
with
the
help
of
a
mantra
,
sacred
words
or
syllables
to
be
repeated
in
a
focused
manner
.
Mantra
has
a
dual
function
.
For
one
thing
,
it
gives
the
mind
something
to
do
.
It
’
s
as
if
you
’
ve
given
the
monkey
a
pile
of
10
,
000
buttons
and
said
,
"
Move
these
buttons
,
one
at
time
,
into
a
new
pile
.
"
This
is
a
considerably
easier
task
for
the
monkey
than
if
you
just
plopped
him
in
a
corner
and
asked
him
not
to
move
.
The
other
purpose
of
mantra
is
to
transport
you
to
another
state
,
rowboatlike
,
through
the
choppy
waves
of
the
mind
.
Whenever
your
attention
gets
pulled
into
a
cross
-
current
of
thought
,
just
return
to
the
mantra
,
climb
back
into
the
boat
and
keep
going
.
The
great
Sanskrit
mantras
are
said
to
contain
unimaginable
powers
,
the
ability
to
row
you
,
if
you
can
stay
with
one
,
all
the
way
to
the
shorelines
of
divinity
.
Among
my
many
,
many
problems
with
meditation
is
that
the
mantra
I
have
been
given
-
Om
Namah
Shivaya
-
doesn
’
t
sit
comfortably
in
my
head
.
I
love
the
sound
of
it
and
I
love
the
meaning
of
it
,
but
it
does
not
glide
me
into
meditation
.
It
never
has
,
not
in
the
two
years
I
’
ve
been
practicing
this
Yoga
.
When
I
try
to
repeat
Om
Namah
Shivaya
in
my
head
,
it
actually
gets
stuck
in
my
throat
,
making
my
chest
clench
tightly
,
making
me
nervous
.
I
can
never
match
the
syllables
to
my
breathing
.
I
end
up
asking
my
roommate
Corella
about
this
one
night
.
I
’
m
shy
to
admit
to
her
how
much
trouble
I
have
keeping
my
mind
focused
on
mantra
repetition
,
but
she
is
a
meditation
teacher
.
Maybe
she
can
help
me
.
She
tells
me
that
her
mind
used
to
wander
during
meditation
,
too
,
but
that
now
her
practice
is
the
great
,
easy
,
transformative
joy
of
her
life
.
"
Seems
I
just
sit
down
and
shut
my
eyes
,
"
she
says
,
"
and
all
I
have
to
do
is
think
of
the
mantra
and
I
vanish
right
into
heaven
