cascade over slick rocks
plunges from high cliffs
to a shallow, frothing pool.

can you track
a single drop
until it splashes?

a trick I’ve learned,
follow that drop
and when it hits,

pick another at the top
and follow it, in quick

(you should
sit down for this)

repeat it several times.
such exercise will render
for the eye, an illusion.

instead of water falling
it is a wall of writhing
white snakes woven,

or a cauldron boiling
tiny tempests, swirling,
or a textile of silk ribbons

interlaced, to flutter
backward, also forward,

ending where it emanates.
source of dependent origin.
allow it. let the mind

be lost a while. listen.
hear the myriad rush of
of ten thousand incantations.