Peace of mind
is wholeness and
unity.

Other than "oneness,"
or, "bubbling on the brink of eternal light explosions,"
it is beyond description.

Whereas fragmented thoughts
constitue pieces of mind,
and there it is easy to get lost
in the accountancy.

Until you see the vainglorious repetition
of counting iotas of the same thing
one, by one, to arrive at multiples.

You'll be frustrated by this, and the pieces
of mind will seem to snowball.

Don't give up at this point.

For when you discover that counting your
blessings is the exact same thing as counting
the nuances, only, in a different light--

Then, you will have seen The Light.

Your snowball will melt and you will feel the cooling, aquatic rush--
the tingling, bodylessness of anti-gravity.

For then, how will these or those or that and this
mean anything when you discover you made them up?