Bodhi awakens on the fifth day to the sound of the dragon’s approaching horn. He leaves the Grove of the Greeks and enters  the Woods of Wisdom until he comes to a bench and sits. A monkey, Think Am, climbs down from a tree and greets Bodhi:

so pleased you are here
within these layered woods
we climb from branch to branch
in search of thinking’s goods

i doubted all i touched
the ground, sky, and flame
even the eyes i trusted
could conjure falsehood’s claim

i stripped the world to ash
till nothing could remain
yet one thing would not fall
through doubt or shifting brain

i think, therefore i am
a point that will not flee
if all the world dissolves
this thought still speaks as me

Bodhi responds: 

i walk within a dream
or madness i cannot name
if all can be illusion
what holds me the same

Think Am replies:

trust not the fleeting sense
nor voices from above
what stands in clarity
is what the mind can prove

the ridge you walked before
declared what must be true
but here no voice commands
the thinker builds the view

Another monkey, No Self, descends and addresses Bodhi: 

from another tree i come
and smile without a claim
you speak as though this “i”
is something you can name

look closer if you can
and tell me what you find
a self that stands apart
or flickers of the mind

a color then a sound
a hunger then a fear
a chain of passing states
no constant witness here

you say that you exist
because you think it so
but thoughts themselves arise
and pass before you know

Bodhi looks up at the fog hanging between the tree branches and responds: 

but if no self remains
no soul beneath the stream
from where do morals rise
what guides what we deem

No Self answers: 

we learn from what we feel
from habit, pain, and care
we mirror what we see
in creatures everywhere

no law descends above
no final cause we claim
the world unfolds in kind
without a guiding name

we call things right or wrong
by what they bring to life
by sympathy or harm
by pleasure born of strife

Bodhi questions:

then why not drift along
if nothing holds or stays
why seek what has no ground
why walk these endless ways

No Self responds:

because we are the drift
and cannot choose to cease
the current carries on
whether we fight or release

A final monkey climbs down from the tree, sits, and says to Bodhi:

we do not meet the world
as something simply given
the mind arranges form
through which things are driven

yet what the world may be
beyond what we can frame
is hidden from our reach
we cannot know its name

two thoughts fill our minds

with admiration and awe

above, the starry heavens

and within, a moral law

Bodhi asks:

if all is shaped within
and truth we cannot see
what grounds what we call good
what binds what ought to be

Absolute Morality responds:

no voice descends above
nor drift decides the call
the law is born within
and speaks alike to all