Content in the Sambhogakaya

Radiations from the Void

Between the formed and the destroyed:

Become a rainbow-colored mist,

Become all things that are alloyed.

God, eternal pointillist,

Makes his brushstrokes like comets:

They form the Earth and they form me

From canvas black and velvety.

When we’re seen as energy

All things made are then set free:

Dwelling now in mystery,

Dwelling in eternity.