The White Light: Mystical Musings Poetry

Once the drops of solitude rested on the tongue,

Nirvana bestowed the mind.

With ease like an open jail fear and sin free the mind.

When your eyes are open wider than before,

you now see in the darkness brighter than before.

Let us enjoy life,

let us live anew every day for life,

let us be patient like a child.

So that the joy of life may come pouring in.

The white light comes swiftly but silently.