Thinking and Idiots

Sometimes whilst listening to a piece of music that moves me...or looking at a picture that I find beautiful...or sitting amid Nature...I am overwhelmed and bewildered...and like a child avidly listening to a story being told...there is no centre as in me listening / looking...just an awareness of the suchness of things...forcing me to realise that when I engage in all this self-talk...I am conversing with an idiot...