Though transparent enough

To see through it,

The amber shell of self

Is stone solid,

Letting not a breath

Of the creative air flow in,

With the rays of real light

To infinitely widen

The scope of consciousness.

Step out!

I step out

To fly at night

With the silvery white little birds,

And to walk in the daytime

With the silent forms

And singing colours.

Step out!

I step out

To let the self become milk

And beautifully,

                          joyfully,

                                               mix

With the honey of mysteries;

To let the eyes become the universe,

And the soul enter

The centre of the sun,

With the feeling of a butterfly

Entering a rose garden.

The amber shell of self

Is steel solid,

And fossilizes the soul.

Come out!

I am trying to come out.