Squashed have I become in the great light

Squashed have I become in the great light

turned into cinder, ash, and smoke

there I see the great soul bearing down upon me

spreading forth its embracing arms

but I . . . I have become nothing . . .

nothing to grasp, nothing to see, nothing to be

what turmoil, what despair, what have I become?

my soul . . . did it ever exist?

in my nothingness I look out

bathing in that great light, it becomes clear

there my soul resides, there it rests, there it has its seat

lost in the glow of the great light

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