The Magic Mothswarm of Heaven
And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach,
which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows,
and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm,
and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on,
with a phantom dogging its own heels,
and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness,
the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence,
innumerable lotuslands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven.
I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn't in my ear but everywhere
and had nothing to do with sounds.
I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times
but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy,
a magical action for naught,
like falling asleep and waking up again a million times,
the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.
I realized it was only because of the stability of the intrinsic Mind that these ripples of birth and death took place,
like the action of the wind on a sheet of pure, serene, mirror-like water.
I felt sweet, swinging bliss,
like a big shot of heroin in the mainline vein;
like a gulp of wine late in the afternoon and it makes you shudder;
my feet tingled.
I thought I was going to die the very next moment.