In The Transcendent Act Of Union Poem by Genova Maaa my mother

In the transcendent act of union
the mystic says that he is
consious of nothing.

The mystic uses a paradoxical language:
Remembering we do not remember,
seeing we do not see,
understanding we do not understand,
penetrating we do not penetrate.

In this wholly indescribable, but
most actual state,
the whole self, exalted
is unified and poured out
in one vivid act of
impassioned perception,
which leaves no room for reflection
or self-observation.

The mystic is attending
exclusively to Eternity,
not to his own perception of Eternity.