Beyond whirls,
the state of being
the felicity of no-mind,
the eternal zen.
Freed from illusion's night
my soul soars to celestial heights
where bells of silence forever ring
the racing heavens chime and sing.
Feel so light and carefree
reclining on couch of mystery,
none there to disturb my sleep
induced by swing of silence deep.
Meditating only on what liberates,
the mystic stair to the ultimate,
the fire lighted with breath of Om
engulfs my ego-self, my earthly home.