I woke up early morning to pure bliss—
It’s fading now, but I remember this:
That it is what is called “beatitude,”
The most exultant human attitude,
What mystics claim is Cosmic Consciousness,
Attaining which is ultimate success,
The highest state there is of human being,
Equipping one for supernatural seeing
And access to a transcendental world
Where universal secrets are unfurled.
Once, in my youth, I found this cryptic place,
Discovering, for the first time, perfect grace,
The memory of which has lingered on,
A priceless pearl, a soulful paragon.