An epiphany dawns

wee hours of the morn deep stillness the mode as funnel of pure awareness we stand erect in our abode all worlds around us swirl illusions, dreamlike surreal around the Sushumna whirl we know them to be unreal we are at the centre pristine, untouched, nonchalant we feel no urge to enter for our heart is free from want several hours go by we remain in our cocoon tranquil our heart, single our eye manifest worlds jejune