I wonder

I hate my wondering mind. It's keeping me from my readings. Butler's words are floating in front of me, trying to speak to me, shouting at me, waiving, and still not seen. I can't find my wondering mind. It must have been stuck somewhere, some particular moment, and some particular space. I hate it. What should I do? Lure it with a raisin and oatmeal cookie? Shout out loud? Smash the clock in front of me? It's useless. It's simply useless.