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Ruse

Sonnet

How many spheres hast Thou infused
Into this paltry globe and our bodies too.
Each shimmering with sliver of Thy hue
Stretching little more our being widened.

Each new world adds to our inadequacy,
The mind boggles by each emerging view
Of ascending roads it can’t yet pursue
Throwing in sharp relief our incapacity.

Yet we know this too is Thy road,
One we must traverse in equality,
So we venture eschewing laxity,
Egged ever by a goad self-willed.

In Thy limited masks do not still tarry,
I have learnt Thy ruse and Thy mystery.

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Long Ago

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #22

Long ago in my naïveté I had fondly dreamed
Of mine mind all illumined birthing scriptures new,
The mind-gods I would have in ceremony gathered
And conducted a chorus of hymns just for you.

The life gods I would have by force marshalled,
Bid them scour all forests for birds and beasts,
A quaint ritual would have then ensued
When all life bowed to Thee without exceptions.

I dreamed of matter growing bright and pliant,
The hills would be flame-bearers in Thy temple,
The mountains shall turn a palanquin apt
And bear Thee upon it to the sanctum’s pedestal.

But now I stand all paupered in reality,
Now but remains my penury to offer Thee.[1]

[1] By Thy whim was dream, by it this bleak reality,
’Cause Thou owest me Thyself I shall yet pursue Thee.