The river of life allows but a glimpse,
To the willing heart,
Eager to slip into the kingdom of calm,
Exiled are minds,
Even extraordinary ones,
Their brilliance fades,
Shies away from the no-mind...
A riveting consciousness dawns,
Gravity has no pull,
The form is left behind,
The seer rises,
The knower rises,
Transcendence of the dual, climbs its peak,
For that brief moment in time and space,
The being is reduced to his atom state,
One with that which is.