Soft the hour when waking comes,
Dark the night and still the storm.
Windless pipe and silent drums
With a garland eve adorn.

Quiet like a snowfall lay,
Peace, an ever-present god,
Clarity like brightest day,
Pleasure rampant runs, unshod.

Fetters fall and wings unfurl,
Eyes are smouldering and wise.
Hush’d is wisdom, sage the world,
Vast is space, unlock’d the skies.

Whisp’rings fly, play hide and seek,
Voices speak the Name of Names.
Words are dumb and paper weak,
Water mixes with the Flames.

Rises from the Earthen core
Wind that stirs the naked stone.
Free the gate, ajar the door,
Lead a Soul to find its Own.

Time is Now and Space is Here,
All is laid before your feet.
Lost is Found and Far is Near,
Nameless, grant your shy entreat.

Garish sun alights the sky,
Waking turns to hazy sleep.
Body lifted, soul denied,
Memories are buried deep.

Like a veil does sight return,
Hearing does the mirror break.
From the glass we numbly turn,
Sleeping when we are awake.