Where is Vaikunta, the sacred circle of blissful sorrow?
An understanding below Vertex, between past tomorrow,
The first ring which encapsulates, the zeroth point a pure,
Here Vishnu Is, Was and Will Be, Midnight’s Rest endure.
Where all souls lay sitting-standing, happy in sadness,
Eyes half-closed asleep, half-awake against madness,
Feeling Nothing yet Everything which is but above,
Knowing themselves of Being for beings of Love.
The Remainder holds the weight of this world,
As He bears His own mind in state coil curled,
Always afloat, and only half submerged,
In Abyss of Chaos, whence the World emerged.
Those invited to Omni-Zion, invite Him to their Home,
For Here is Home, the realm of Shiny and Chrome,
And to those loved ones who pass we say not Goodbye,
For they are in Vaikunta! Having answered that Why.