I see stones
I see temples
I see the green valley
Lying right ahead
I see Thailand
In the blue distance
The monks join me
Flashing their orange outfits
In a place
Where everything fits
I chop down the scene
With the blade of my mind
Pick up the bits
And build a raft
To float, float, float
Downstream going
My whole being there throwing
Into the land
With ribbons of euphoria
I stand on the stone
Pretend to be a human temple
The spider crawls
I don’t see it
Crawls on me, the human temple
Standing still and gentle
He bites me
I’m dead
I wake up again
On a raft
Which tells me
I should make a new draft
For this new life’s craft