Rattling the Dust

Brooms hunt chaos. It may make dust flee from how it was,which was stationary. But picking it up results in sorting. Turning chaotish sound into pinkish shade of its own. To highest possible extent which is silence. The same kind of silence which I experience, everytime dust inside my mind gets rattled. Deep breaths come in and my mind goes into a new state. State of uncluttered thoughts but constantly cluttering dust of emotions. Brooms and meditation, tools we use to rattle the dust Without realising they are one and the same.