There is a Tunnel, still and tight,
That ends in sound, then bursts in Light.
A gate unseen by flesh and bone —
The soul must walk this path alone.
Nine doors scream with world and form,
But the Tenth stays silent, deep and warm.
Behind the brows, beneath the skin,
The Master knocks — “Come home within.”
No blood, no map, no eye can see,
The door that sets the captive free.
But still it waits — not far, but near,
Past every veil of thought and fear.
I do not die — I slip right through,
The breath departs, the Self breaks too.
Yet in that break, the truth I find:
I was never body, never mind.
Through this Tunnel, the Naam will sing,
And crown the soul without a king.
No priest, no book, no outer war —
Just Light, just Love, just Dasam Duar.
