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.