Light shines in darkness.
Can darkness overcome light?
Is night the birthplace of dreams
Or the grave of nature?
Let’s hope for the big death,
For all the lamps to burn out,
For the annihilation of ego
And the pure, deep, sunless
Entirety of death’s blessing
In ever-during darkness
Comfort us to forget
What we have here seen and known,
Here crafted and endured.
The nightmare of consciousness
To live through it again.