Apparitions gleam emerge
Becoming visible as the rope tightens
A moment of chaste solemnity
Calmness, eyes roll back
Beholding still, in the verbal mind
Motivated in its full soreness
For even a drop might quench the aching
Die! Die! Die a thousand deaths!
Of a wanton false womb at last
Die! Die o Yogi, for sweet is dying!
Countless vessels left in the drought!
Die! Die! Die the Unknown Death!
Infinitе causal bodies stripped
Thoughtless еnlightenment
Cursing the waters that giveth life
Torn are into ashes the hands
Still holding in the mirror
Thine unholy Mudra at Heart!
Severed Head afloat
For time has failed
And bent to his will
A profound Offering
Projected into the (Infinite)
Web of Labirinthe Tunnels!
The eyes have molten
Uneager for the other than Flame
Alight, rising his Temple
Rising in movelessness
His holy Asana
The Unknown True Death of no Return