My grand breakthrough to Cosmic Consciousness,
My mystical debut, came long ago
When I was just eighteen. It came to bless
Me with a sense of how I ought to grow,
And ever since, my memories of that light
And warmth, that purple glow, remain,
And when I’ve strayed, they help to set me right:
May that illumination never wane.
I heard no angel’s voice, nor saw a scene
Of heavenly beatitude and grace,
As stories tell; I simply felt serene
And keen at once, suspended in that space—
Until that glorious evening was through,
Though even now I feel its residue.