I recall the time
When I raised the mirror of my life up to my face:
Twenty five years.
With a deliberate swing I smashed the reflection of my illusory self
And forever became one with the eternal Self.
Flying into a star,
Spiraling ever inwards towards the Source,
Universe unfolding before my gaze.
In vast, seething space I exalt and soar,
Tis but the laughter of a god become Self-aware.
I stand upon the corpses of Buddha and Jesus,
And all their saints,
Beheaded with my own blade.
Let the lightning strike where it will,
But know that I am the lightning.
Future made pregnant with my touch,
Universe convulsing under my Self-expression,
All beasts I let out,
Consuming worlds within my fiery mouth.
I am not born, I do not die.
Let him who has eyes see.