O Playful One, delight of all play, with eyes as charming as blossoming lotuses, you moved by the subtle nature of mental awareness, appearing as if you had soared to the distant sky itself. Standing there, your mind unwavering and focused, you leapt into the vastness above—a boundless expanse, stretching for millions of yojanas, moving ever farther into the infinite blue. Even as your forms became as subtle as the sky, by the very nature of perception, you and your beloved caught sight of one another and, through this mutual vision, became close companions, bound by deep affection. Leaping from one distant point to another, you both ascended higher, hand in hand, rising together and beholding the wonders of the sky. Before you, the heavens spread out like a single, endless ocean—profound, with a pure heart, gentle and serene, caressed by the soft touch of a delicate breeze. Immersed in these waters of emptiness, you found supreme delight, a peace both pure and deep, clarity shining forth as from a noble soul. In places where pure waters rested atop mountain peaks, in abodes bright and clear as the full moon, you found rest, your hopes fulfilled. Amid gentle breezes, fragrant with garlands worn by siddhas and gandharvas, and wafting from the moon’s orb, you reveled in joy. When the heat grew intense, you bathed together in lakes filled with red lotuses and slow-moving waters, shaded as though beneath a veil of clouds. You wandered across the gardens of earth, over mountain summits and among countless lotus stalks, exploring every direction like bees flitting among ponds. With minds delighting in the streams, you enjoyed the shelter of waterfalls and the domes of clouds stirred by the wind. After such joyous exertion, you sweet lovers rested, gazing upon the vast, tranquil sky—an empty and immeasurable expanse. Then, for the first time, you beheld each other’s innermost depths, spaces so full that even hundreds of worlds could not exhaust them. Above and above again, layer upon layer, the sky was veiled—each stratum covered by forms: strange sheaths of elements, clouds, and celestial palaces. All around, the heavens were filled with the shining peaks of Meru and other mountains, glowing with the light of lotus gems—like the heart of a cosmic flame. The pearl-crested summits of the Himalayas sparkled; golden mountain plateaus gleamed, illuminating the golden land below. The brilliance of great emeralds made the grassy plains glow with verdant hues, while darkness sometimes arose from the waning vision of those who could not perceive the truth. Adorned with clusters of pārijāta creepers and celestial mansions, the surface of beryl shone as if blossoming with the flowers of awakening. The sky was traversed by the swift movement of thought and the powers of great siddhas, filled with the music and songs of divine women in their aerial palaces. Rarely did beings from the three worlds cross this expanse, though it teemed with hosts of gods and demons, each moving unseen by the others. At its borders dwelled circles of kumbhāṇḍas, rākṣasas, and guhyakas, while flocks of aerial beings were carried swiftly by mighty winds. The air resounded with the clamor of moving aerial palaces and the thunderous noise grasped by the fist, its machinery stirred by the movements of planets and stars. It was a realm abandoned by those of little accomplishment, scorched by the sun’s rays; innocent aerial palaces were burned by the wind issuing from the mouth of the sun’s horse. Restless from the passage of the world-guardians and apsaras, the sky was shrouded by clouds of incense smoke, rising from the sanctuaries of divine women. Ornaments once worn by these celestial maidens lay scattered, seized by birds, while the sky’s radiance diminished; here, the powers of accomplished beings mingled, yet their strength was spent. When groups of these accomplished ones collided and dispersed, the thick clouds near the silken slopes of the Himalayas, Meru, and Mandara mountains were scattered. The sky was surrounded by flocks of restless crows, owls, and vultures, swirling and dancing like waves upon the ocean, accompanied by bands of wild female spirits. Bands of yoginīs with faces of dogs, crows, camels, and donkeys danced in wild abandon, roaming hundreds of yojanas without aim, coming and going without purpose. The sky was a palace of clouds, filled with incense offered to the guardians of the worlds, where pairs of siddhas and gandharvas began their festive unions. The path was overtaken by groves of khadira trees, intoxicated by the sound of celestial songs, and everywhere, countless birds nested in their branches. Nets of rivers seemed woven into the shoulders of the wind, while divine children wandered eagerly, seeking marvels. At times, doubts arose among those bearing thunderbolts, discs, spears, swords, and other weapons; sometimes, the houses echoed with the music of Tumburu and Nārada. In some places, vast gatherings of clouds crowded the sky, resembling the waters at the end of an age, their varied forms set as if painted, yet silent as mutes. Elsewhere, beautiful rainclouds, dark as the wings of mountain birds, hovered, while in other places, clouds shone with the golden glow of sunlight dripping through. In some regions, clouds were adorned with the cool radiance of the moon, raining gentle light, while elsewhere, the ocean of clouds was still, appearing as a net of emptiness. Sometimes, the wind swept over the grassy terraces, making them lush, while elsewhere, the shining surfaces of the clouds were bright with the luster of moving clusters of leaves. In some places, dust-laden winds made the sky resemble the valleys of Mount Meru; elsewhere, the heavens were adorned with the radiance of celestial palaces and the beauty of heavenly maidens. In some regions, the sky was empty, encircled by the wild dance of the Mothers; elsewhere, it was filled with the ever-roaring, agitated hosts of great yogis. In some places, assemblies of sages rested in tranquil meditation—peaceful, serene, equally distant from agitation, delighting the minds of the virtuous. Elsewhere, groups of celestial women—kinnaras, gandharvas, and gods—sang joyously, while noble gods moved about, surrounded by steadfast cities. Thus, in wonder and delight, you and your beloved beheld the vast and varied realms of the sky, each vision more marvelous than the last.