6. Apocalypse

Within, without the cosmos wide am I;

In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.

A birthless deathless Spirit that moves and is still

Ever abides within to hear my call.

I who create on earth my joys and doles

To fulfil my matchless quest in all my play,

I veil my face of truth with golden hues

And see the serpent-night and python-day.

A Consciousness-Bliss I feel in each breath;

I am the self-amorous child of the Sun.

At will I break and build my symbol sheath

And freely enjoy the world's unshadowed fun.