Have you ever drunk from the goblet of yourself?
Have you ever distinguished
the elements of enlightenment
inside the convocation of all ordinary acts?
Have you seen the purest transparency
grimy, wrapped in the dark sheets of murk,
gleaming in darkness,
convulsing between night and nonexistence,
between death and life,
the clearest clarity
hidden in the well of nights,
the foe of the gloom
preserved by the gloom?
