Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
O Earth
What hast thou fostered O earthThy snows all cold and reluctant,Thy deserts harsh and without mirthA
Gratitude
What strange power is ThineWarding off all humanness like an amulet,A signet occult and inscrutably
Love’s Gauntlet
What a wasteland all this appearsSince I caught a glimpse of Thee,Like a shy smile that swiftly flee
Happy Ray
A happy ray hath invaded inner spaces,It’s happy hegemony in me doth reign,Each hour is a season of
An Incarnate
What hast Thou done unto me,What greatening change begins its unfolding?How could one mortal breast
Our Quarrel
In my heart are rocky vasts solid and mute,I hew them with thought and mint my wordsTo craft for The
Forthwith Restrain
How unfair is this game of ThinePitting for impossibility’s pleasureMy ragged body and sagged veinTo
A Dream
An old dawn climbed the steep horizonSlowly with ancient weary ray-limbs,Far below upon earth yet to
Vestige
A hundred oracle-tongues are in meBy the strange muses possessedUttering cryptic divining prophecyIn
O Rainbow
A mere seven-hued robe lends thee prideTo trace a vulgar arc upon the sky,Thy gaudy pomp for human a
Radiant Ode
How many selves do in a body hide,Dire and dumb and naively noble,How many kneadings to surely mould
Human Norm
Who art Thou haunting being’s bordersWith an unnameable charm’s lure,Who art Thou speaking in silenc
Who Art Thou
Who art Thou circling the skies of timePatient-winged and acutely keen,Keeping always Thy will’s sub
Human Tale
How many cauldrons bubble in manOf hope and passion and rancour,How many fires these to sustain,Oh h
Word Unheard
I have fled away from the world’s care brieflyTo seek in handful covert moments reprieve,As one impr
Reluctant Hour
From the tail of a fading day I caught an hour,Bid it pause and its doubtful aid did solicit,“O thou
Cast Me Anew
Oh what am I to Thee glory-maned golden One,Am but a bumbling speck on an ignoble globeWandering aim
Thy Purpose
What method is Thine inching towards the ledgeTo peek from edge into the abyss’ deeps,What uncircumv
To Thee
How many scores of years to learn this factThat all the circuits that traced my treadAnd all the for
Farewell to Ego
It arrives then, the moment long foretold,When we must part O deformed ego,Provisional master and me