O’ Conqueror of the Self –
Abandon the inordinate corpse-like sleep;
The sleep of stupidity,
In the world of shadows.
Do not return
Empty-handed this hour,
Or your grace will forsake you;
For thy truth
Is not known,
And, thy thought forms will grow,
And not be recognized,
Causing fear of the nether lip
And glassy eyes;
That give utterance to the mouths
That will drink
From thy skull.
Rather, know that thy body
Is, in reality, a void.
Thou needest not fear
For voidness cannot injure voidness or truth.
Recognize The Great Self Thou Art
That which is everything
And yet nothing at all
For Thou Art Immortal, transparent, and glorious ~
The blissfulness of the Clear Light of Being.
AsIDream 