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Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
The Coel and I
How many aches does it continually feel,That tiny feathery pain wracked breast?Perched on tree like
What Hope
Who is it that has entered my being’s night,Whose the masked face that sabotages so,Who scuttles my
Human Stain
Long have I been a lamp by means human,My body a malformed cup of earthly clay,The wick from thought
In Thee
What use to me cadence of silvery speechOr the vain ornamentation of faux custom,What use to me fine
The Last Desire
Ah desire, that ingenious shape shifting Djinn,Comrade since birth and unfailing counsel,How its num
Touchstone
To what end to measure the mountain’s heightOr to weigh the waters of the oceans deep,To what end to
Solitary Adventure
Not a flutter, not a ripple is in my life-sails,Bare is my mind-sky without a doubt-cloud,My body is
All I Owe
My hours in a procession do passLike pilgrims to vow of silence given,In each hour something sacred
To What End
A new sun charts its course in meOver the inner sky that slowly unveils,Its patterns of movement I c
It Was Decreed
Must our colloquies then abrupt endWhen so many mysteries remain veiled yet,Are there no ideals that
Thy Impulsion
All now takes the semblance of a dream;All the passions that once were preciousNow unclasped from de
I Have Been
Have I been Summoner of all Thy dawnsBy a hundred bard-voices of aspiration,Upon a cliff of night ro
Teach Me
Oh, if all songs are but Thine, whence my impudence?!How long have I profaned by opinion Thy song?!A
Protagonist
Behold this new change taking birth,From the cocoon of pain now emergesA winged joy in a body of the
Many Grammars
How many grammars must I perforce learn?Gait and tread and gesture of the physical,An array of movem
Teach Me
Why must a lay day appear thusAs if the night hath parted a veil away,Where gone the deep infused dr
The Forsaken
Must I lose at close of dusk all gains since dawnAll the toil to ascend the will by night is effaced
The Stranger and I
And asked he, the stranger, “Why must thou pourIn this cascade of words that none canst hearThought
Pale Boons
How blind was I to rail at Thee for long,Haranguing Thee for all my sore lack,When all these contrar
Wager
How thrifty was I with the coin of attention,Sifting the hours like a jeweller his jewels,Always my