Sit in water that is over your head,
As if a bird in your hair should be left asleep.
Gaze silently on the Word.
Ask nothing, offer no advice, and when your monkey mind
does monkey, so what? Do care about your breath,
your hands, and watch the sun melt on the hill.
And even monkeys need a home eventually
so, listen, East, the Spirit deep embedded
never ceases gathering the monkey clan
like mother spreads her skirts
to sing a lullaby which quiets
all who don’t wander off.
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