I am reading,
From a codex of bliss;
A song never before read.

It's both means and the end.
It's formless beauty,
Matchless form.

When pain, doubt and despair,
Tried to overpower me,
I wondered if my experience was real;
I returned to this profound,

Abode of bliss,
The Absolute harmony,
Ineffable bounty,
Mystery of life,
Essence which dreams,

I realized that suffering,
Was merely a passing shadow,
The eternal song of ecstasy,
Was my true home.

It's ever new,
Ever fresh,
Without identity or limitations,
Well-being which is real.