I have withheld all my thoughts at the cliff edge of my mind,
A step further and the emptiness will be filled again, 
Many times I have gone over the cliff, 
Trashing myself into an ocean of thoughts.

Why do I lose the beauty of an empty mind?
Why do I not allow the song to continue?
Where the Sacred Aum surrounds me,
Yet my thoughts seem to drown me. 

I've let thoughts win each time, 
Not that this is a battle on my side, 
Each time I seek for the Sacred Aum, 
More noise seems to appear at the Gate.

Acting like a great host - I let the noise in, 
Suddenly my house is frantic with chaos, 
I often stand by and watch this drama unfold,
And again I enter into the Sacred Aum. 

When the noise has finally entered into a melody, 
When the heaviness of thought enters a lighter state,
When sorrow dissolves into an intoxication,
I am bliss, transforming into Formless Awareness.