Leave them scattered.
Life is wind.
Mind is leaves, blowing in the wind.
A strange thought to consider:
How are you not a tree encased in a human body?!
Don’t you grow?
Don’t you worship the sun?
Don’t you thrive on water?
Animals and plants, aren’t we rooted in the same mother-Earth?
So, how are you not a tree on legs?
If so, these thoughts that you are trying to collect this morning,
these leaves of narrative,
leave them scattered.
Let the wind of the moment blow away the story of self.
And let your legs ground you with a brief walkabout.