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?