Here is a thoughtful reflection about stilling the "ever-humming" hamster wheels of our culture and our minds.
Modern culture is constantly entreating us to devote our thoughts and attention to chimeras and fantasies (as well as to the media-fueled frenzy of daily "crises"). This is on top of our natural human tendency to worry about the past, the present, and the future. Enough is enough.
Mind you, I am not claiming to be free of "the Tyranny of Fancy." Nor am I lying at anchor in a calm harbor of non-attachment. However, here's a good feature of the aging process: things drop away; the absurdity and the emptiness of humanity's antics become more apparent with each passing year. Peace and quiet seem to come of themselves, if one lets them (knock on wood). "Peace comes dropping slow." "Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night." Or so one hopes.
- Early cicadas stop their trilling;
- Points of light, new fireflies, pass to and fro.
- The taper burns clear and smokeless;
- Beads of bright dew hang on the bamboo mat.
- Not yet will I enter the house to sleep,
- But walk awhile beneath the eaves.
- The rays of the moon slant into the low verandah;
- The cool breeze fills the tall trees.
- Letting loose the feelings, life flows on easily;
- The scene entered deep into my heart.
- What is the secret of this state?
- To have nothing small in one's mind.
Po Chu-i (translated by R. H. Blyth), in R. H. Blyth, Haiku, Volume 1: Eastern Culture (Hokuseido Press 1949), page 175.