To awake… to die… be born again,
is scary – to most sleeping men;
that bow the west or practice Zen,

…whom hath no "scale" from one to ten.

So peek thine eye… begin to see,
illusions – ruling over thee;
how cloudy truths have claimed to be,

…the coup de gras that made you free.

But as you learn to double’ die,
and to that end will try and try;
your view is raised above the sky,

…and reason soars the by and by.

The more thou gained… the more that ye,
felt emptiness (you used to flee);
a nothingness – devoid of he,

…all hail "impartiality"!