There is nothing so difficult for me to do that concentrate and meditate. My mind floods with memories, daydreams, distractions when I try to calm unconscious turbulence. This occurs for several seconds, a minute is rare. hence:
Descend to ascend.
YHWH pierces through flesh,
And shatters mental idols
in trackless sand.
Image becomes nothing. I am barren
as a vast, dark temple without shrines.
Thoughts flicker, then fade
Quiescence lights the void and then—