Sit in water that is over your head,
As if a bird in your hair should be left asleep.
Gaze steadily upon your eyelids.
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 liturgies of Christ
will never rest from gathering the monkey clan
like mother church still breaths
in lines of lullabies too sweet
to fail to feed the kids hesychia.
So keep your cell and find a useful handcraft.