Headlights, taillights, going, coming;
it does not matter inside.
Draw a curtain across the window,
lock the door and break the key.
Let the interior deepen and broaden
until it exceeds this ­little room.
You will go out when you are ready,
when the tiny inner Self no longer fits.
Awareness will come, yet bliss is not the goal:
pure consciousness, a word to the stranger
become friend, that is All.