It was pressing like a weight on
my mind and I sought his advice.
He appeared as he does in dream.
I said, “It has all concentrated in
a mass of worry I can’t extinguish.”
He seemed impatient with me
and chided, “Drown it out—”
I was offended, felt discounted.
He placed his knowing like a
hand over my mouth, “No.
Drown it—out—” and gestured
to the space around me.
I didn’t get it.
Suddenly, a basin appeared
with a broken log in the bottom
and a waterfall began to fill it.
He came close and whispered,
“Flood your mind with the pace
of creation and the worry will rise
like this log and float away.”
I watched the basin overflow
as the log began to float.
Then he spoke like a bell
in the center of my worry,
“Surround what presses in
with indiscriminant being
and you will drown all