Light, white-blinding, unable to move.  
Where am I?
Try to remember.

The Door.
I came through The Door.
I remember now.

Revelations.
Flying, over the earth, outside my body,
Outside everything.

Looking down upon myself
at the whiteness of the sheet
covering me.

No need for wine or water.
No need for bread or meat.
I have entered through The Door.

Seeing through the glass darkly,
the way ahead unclear,
but my mind (my soul?) is moving on.

No need for the corporeal,
Set adrift, cast aside,
Abandoned.

On the other side of The Door.