Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Tip It Now
How dost Thou huddle in my petty personAll Thy vastnesses and the heights,Art Thou not cramped by an
Hope & Faith
Bah, begone prophet of hope!Peddler of oils curing nothing,Dreaming a cure in every herbAnd in each
Make Me Not
Oh make me not an empty flame mere glowingLike some pale pointless star on the firmamentFor what use
Our Pairing
How apt is this our pairing,One immaculate and other aspiring,A never-born and an ever-born,A perpet
Thy Lustre
A purple screen of dusk now descendsMarking the close of a futile day,A little lamp is lit and its f
Healer
Ah Healer, striving to cure me of the earthly stain,How noble Thy aim, how divinely benign!A passage
Pith & Grain
Oh how poorly effulgent is Knowledge’s Sun,A mere million rays cast out in profuse vanity,All petty
Bounteous Master
Now but remains to give Thee thanksFor all the unasked gifts of events,Each a splendid example infer
This Scene
A white shore on a lonely coast and a serene dusk,An assuaged fiery sphere pacified to a calm glow,E
Hear Now
Wither arrive these events like gloomy bearersWho ride the maelstrom of fates bringingCloud-caskets
Thy Writ
A harsh desert air is this sapped bare,Wrenching every stray drop of hopeFrom each oasis of my dream
Chalice of Sorrows
Oh to what end is one man’s anguish,One mere bird crying on life’s great treeHalts not the sun nor d
Thy Serfs
Oh I wish Thee better men,Just as Thee of make uncommon;
Sliver of Kindness
To how many concessions shall I offer thanks,The ill that comes comely and masked,A little sweetness
Cesspool
Oh how many volumes are in book of quarrelsAssembled from five score years that passedOf Thy experim
Beloved
Must we meet thus in a cloistered hourLike estranged lovers of charred hearts,Mine yet spilling word
Merely Loyal
What crisis to Thee did sorely demandThat Thou must ransom my life to time?For some age old debt tha
Unlike Thyself
Oh canst Thou not find in the entire universeOne common cause or purpose temporalBy which may meet o
Thy Conquest
My walls all slowly crumble, my edifying bricksBlown like mere sand grains by Thy breath,My moat of
Breathing Dust
A new fondness grows to Thy crucible,The singeing of Thy flames become a caress,All these wrenchings