Vanished the veils of light and shade,
Lifted every vapor of sorrow,
Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy,
Gone the dim sensory mirage.
Love, hate, health, disease, life, death,
Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality.
Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, melancholic whirlpools,
Melting in the vast sea of bliss.
Bestilled in the storm of maya
Samadhi, Songs of the Soul, by Paramhansa Yogananda, 1983
Dusk, overlooking the Grand Canyon on a smokey day, 2007. T S Evans