I dropped into my body,
Obtained new eyesight, experienced new vision unsheathed.
With nerves subtle, all perceived a grand castle bright,
Shrouded in corporeal-cloudform celestial,
The palace of shining Flesh.
I fell into my brain,
Wrenched wondrous wings within cavern dark,
Filled to the brim in thoughtform geometric,
The vessel was overflown,
And we beheld an acausal, attractive reverberation.
A crystalline stalactite of Mind.
I soared into Spirit,
Tasted torment sublime,
Climbed the mountain and surmounted the plain,
Reached the summit of being, and thus we sang.
A throne of Soul.
How then can we transcend these thrones thrice?