It turns out entering Nirvana was like merging into the Moon

Poem:

It turns out entering Nirvana was like merging into the Moon. After you see the Big Star then you see the Moon. If you put in eight straight years of serious practice in addition to 43 years as an layman along with three prior lifetimes of study then you can make it happen especially after you finally become mature. It is like finally being awake. A mystic is naturally nocturnal. He weaves like a bat and hoots like an Owl. He keeps the hours of a Fox. He roams about within himself. DS Poem July 13, 2018