Beyond the gates of nirvana
Matter with all its dimensions
like snowﬂakes, will be melted down to images,
and images into the nothingness
from which they ﬁrst emerged.
This is your end and borderland,
the ﬁnal twist that fate
will ever knot around you. Here all lines
must stop and the entire scope of your consciousness,
like a napkin of intricate ﬁne lace,
be folded back in and upon itself.
This is ﬁnality of angles and
very last bowing out of here and there.
Haze and smoke will begin to cover everything:
ﬁligree webs of intermeshed perceptions,
grains of cognition, threads of body’s functions,
All chains of longings, spores of fulfilment, will evaporate in mist, like morning dew.