Choiceless, we become witness to the play

Where the magical mind holds all in its sway

The watchful eyes are treated to a cool gust

Of silence, which gives only when we trust

Choiceless, there is no more inevitability

That comes when the mind loses agility

It steals awareness, turning it into a crutch

Making us harden, and lose our soft touch

Choiceless, associations are lost

And completeness comes at no cost

Into the haven for unfinished business

The mind can no more churn worry into illness

Choiceless, we drink the potion of the wise

It clears the baggage from both eyes

The path then is only one more step

Before we can rest our feet in the depth