What if I did awake each day empty,
attentive to a simple breath splendor,
eye defenseless against every beauty,
and let ease awaken my mind tender?
What if I saw only the essential,
kissed nothingness with a loverís embrace,
heard only music of the spheres carol
and let sweet sex intercourse my mindís grace?
What if I knew the forest from the trees,
understood deeply the tree of knowledge,
savored nectar from tree of life bounties,
and let wind pollen my mindís foliage?
Such ecstatic generalizations
no doubt stipulate explicit actions.