So spake simple Simon

Imagine head capped with currents of bliss, enabled by God’s magnetism at play, ushering rapture where nothing’s amiss, renewing itself thus, day after day. In the vast, vibrant void, soul makes its stand, discarding every conditioned belief, free from fear fetters that we understand, silence alone lets us turn a new leaf. Soma nectar drips, our attention grips, that the bubble of delusion may burst and as refrain of bliss plays on our lips, becoming the flame itself, ends heart’s thirst. Oh worthy monk, as we be to become, within us glows light of the central sun.