In the hush of the primordial nakedness,
All garments fall away.
Nude in the transparency of being,
The myriad becomings drop.
No outer eyes that see,
In the being of the one eye that sees all,
Quenched are the riotous thirsts of life,
Stilled the restless grabbing hands of the senses.
Alone the being floats,
In the arms of its own nakedness.
