Beyond Null Reality

Who are you? A voice without a body, A mind without a reason Who is the questioner? I name myself after those I kill, For I am the god of hosts, paramashiva, Paramatma, parapara, the bastard son of nothing I hear the tumult and chaos raging Above the nothing which was life Inside this cocoon of worlds the stars are waging War against being No events: horizon collapses to the final roller-coaster ride Beyond null reality All is gone now, my beautiful Self; And within this bubble of non-being Soon to burst without a hold but The enlightened panorama of my mind I face him who is the prince beyond countenances The void at the rainbow surface of the final thought form's mother-of-pearl No tears nor cracks, nor a puzzle anymore to face as flesh I am ready for the ultima thule of spirit's un-avitchi, no doubt This seeming end is a final koan for you, Ouroboros: Answer me and let everything drop into perdition Or remain silent and be killed nevertheless in shame Immortal lady escapes - red ceases to be The black sun the last rays it sends - infinity ends