Sleeping on a dozen frozen boulders.
Dreaming of a dozen frozen rivers.
Being overcome by a dozen frozen fingers
Digging up what will soon become a dozen ice cold oceans.
A single ray of healthy golden sunlight
Shines down on all those frozen figures.
And as those frozen rivers start to melt
The frozen fingers begin to float up and away.
Then there grows a dozen tall and green trees.
In a dozen different voices they tell me
"May your heart remain weightless and your mind keep you floating. For the air may bring you to from a dozen different places. No one will benefit from your own self oppression."