Falling into Nirvana

It's just water.
It's a bitter drink.
It's the elixir of immortality.
Your choice. Just drink!
To the bottom. Slowly.
Sip it to the core of existence.
 
Concentrate, lie cross-armed on the lush grass of the meadow.
Feet to the south.
Feel the blue ball rolling from hand to hand, crystal_ pleasantly_cold.
You'll become surprisingly light,
you'll open your eyes wide,
you'll let the sky of latitudes into your temple and you'll start rising.

The troll will hold you for a while,
clinging to your clothes,
the devils will be beeping on the highest pitch.
Someone's bass voice will roar:
"Come back, human child!".
But you will not be afraid of anything anymore,
so you'll fly.
At first slowly, then faster.
The air will press into your back.
You'll turn over the valleys and see mountains, forests, valleys.
Matchboxes of houses will become dots.

At some point you'll whisper:
"I understood everything"
and you will quickly fall into a corkscrew,
into Nirvana ...