After that first photo-flash in mind br that signalled that there beyond where, might be br a poem waiting to be formed; br and there followed, that strange mixture in the mind br of awe, surrender, thrill, and wonderment; br and as the mind, now as obedient servant br beyond the asking, brought the building stuff br for this new, strange construction (though not, I noted, br in the order that these would be used) – br br after all this, and the poem now on paper, br I walked to the front door; and stood; and looked; br looked like a child looks, and expects to look, br seeing the world as gift; as ever fresh; br no thought, no wish, the mind drained, grateful, of all thought br except the awareness of just – being allowed to be – br as the impressions flooded in, the senses sensed, br watched, as all the – all – passed through br without a judgment needed, made; br br and that portion of my mind br now free to think or not to think, br superb in that peace that comes with freedom, br made the connection which br was not intellect, but knowledge – br pure knowledge which was br almost silent, wordless worship of that 'that' br which is beyond name and form, yet known - br br 'this, this, is bliss itself; this present self is bliss'.