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, care not; 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 imbedded
never ceases gathering the monkey clan
like mother spreads her skirts
to sing a lullaby which quiets
all who don’t wander off.