The cloud-covered images hang ,
Imaginations tinge and fade and tinge ,
And relate to matter in thousands rings .
Assumptions and manipulations go ,
The seasonally dialectic mind moves to and fro ,
One generation recedes no where another grows .
Stories of fascination and adventure confuse ,
Here is affirmation there is refuse ,
The blind mind creates devil and muse .
Effort to secure the answer of permanence ,
Bottom of ecstasy and wild trance ,
From the scale less dipping in eternal silence .
Vision of insight ,to feel things in light’s light ,
And becoming one with Unconscious origin ,
By digging the layers of mind’s well ,
Initiate the mystic reality of purest thought’s tale .
Joy , they say , dwells in honest and pure heart ,
And beauty’s clairvoyance emits from every part ,
Day and night , life and death appear as passing shades ,
Hey purest thought , you are radiance from our divine bed .