You are told that he blew upon the trumpet seven times and at the seventh blast the walls crumbled and he entered victoriously into the state that he sought.

You cannot seem to reach it because your senses bar you from it.

He wants the most desirable state in the world, the fragrant city, the delightful state called Jericho. He finds himself barred by the impassable walls of Jericho.

The walls, the obstacles, the problems, crumble of their own weight if I can reach the point of stillness within me.

All the walls of Jericho came tumbling down, all of these ancient evils in me collapsed.