Bliss in the bardo

Stirred from sleep, early this morn, ego shorn, refreshed, reborn, feeling within bliss humming, as notes of rapture strumming. I was then, the light of Self, with no desire on the shelf, for mind was as yet asleep, which is how I went in deep. Bliss froze time, that soul may climb toward heaven like this rhyme, frolicking about carefree, unshackled from my mind tree.