Squeeze shut your lids tight to
Reimagine what your eyes have seen
The rocks can bleed
The trees can clap their hands
The water can be turned to wine
And you in your mind
With your eyes closed so tight
Like wind through tallest steel pipe
Can reimagine the slow breathing of peace
Lower yourself into a silent reception of ecstasy
Into a watery ripling memory
Lower yourself into a tumble towards a new thing
Towards the same old ancient new thing
Away from the stiffly woven politic of power
Unbind the scrolls and roll them towards the peace of improbability