This is a piece he wrote on Christmas morning after a profound experience of mediation into dream, 

Beyond the veil of eyes closed and matter lost, A reality bares life, not of fire, earth, wind or frost, But instead a world of ideas and ideals, Things that shouldn’t exist to us. For in this world of matter lost, my life escapes the mercy of structure, of law, of rule it adopts conjecture, I am free to understand my fate, only for reality to eradicate, My reality of chaos free and true, The world of matter Will ensue, To take from me all i love, And i ponder this paradox to the end because, Maybe the reality we know so well, is the reality closest to that of hell, And instead of a world of matter and mass, a world of consciousness and transcendence, we may eventually pass.