Slanted beams of pale, white moonlight streak through
My transparent ceiling
The twinkling stars are all arranged askew
I get a content feeling

Through my transparent ceiling
I see the magnificently vivid rings of Saturn
Then I get the heightened sensation of falling
This is the usual mundane pattern


I struggle to keep my heavy eyelids open
Just barely perceiving a cow soar over the moon
At that moment my senses suddenly sharpen
As I hear a melodious fiddling tune

Within the realm above my transparent ceiling
Boundless and glorious phenomena reside
I always get this ineffable feeling
Knowing that the boundaries of imagination can be defied