A man of great attainment is serene,
Free from idle thoughts and cares
The sky is his roof,
And mortality is his vehicle
He drives the seasons as his horses.
Ascending through the clouds,
He soars beyond all known galaxies,
Continually pressing forward,
Mind unclouded by inordinate desires,
He passes to the heavenly regions,
Walks without using his feet,
Swiftly yet not hurrying,
Using the rain to smooth his path
The wind to blow away the dust.
With lightning for a whip
And thunder for thrust and power,
He wings aloft to bathe in the River of a Billion Stars,
Descending thence through the gateway of infinity.