Sleep evades my eyes.
My heart is cowed by anxiety.
I cannot cut the world’s pressing ties.
I am wedded to demands of society.

I need to concentrate on the present.
Not dwell on the present or future.
To calm the mind I stop thinking on times spent .
Only this present moment should be my allure.

I say the Rosary’s joyful mysteries.
Then onto the sorrowful and glorious.
I need to divert the mind from histories.
And dwell in this moment on the victorious.

If the mind is taken up with others .
It has less space to fret about bothers.

………

You are not sleeping.
Go on repeating mantras.
And so calm the mind

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See 1 Maccabees, 6: 1-13