Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Soul Country
How much hast Thou hid in the fields of sleep,Faces once dear and near, faces now unknown,All to the
A Plea
The days pass as the ages mustYearning and striving and wailingTo the surest end into the dustUnmind
I Will Yet
What tyranny hast Thou wrecked upon meCharging on soul with love’s power absolute?What human heart t
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What capricious sun hast Thou planted in meObeying no known orbit’s guiding rhythm?What errant moon
Dear Soul
Why art Thou most unfair in my affair,Not a single clause remains intactOf terms sworn on the soul a
Ah, Hindsight
Ah, hindsight, pretentious pontificating fool,Thinkest thou the roads the past did trodMade from wax
Thine Own
I am left as a blinded bard upon the worldThe staff of will that props me was onceThy hand that thro
Best Of Me
Is there a brighter throne in heavenThan my heart that for Thee is kept?Who the daemons of celestial
Tussle Not
How many miles are in a single heartThat separates every proximate feeling,How much distances do kee
Thou Knowest
Am I Thy priest of twilight betwixt day and night,Officiant to the grey ambiguous passages,Mine the
Dusks
O zephyr white-winged o’er valley and plainAs an ocean air calm over thy dominion wideStately thou d
A Leaf
What will have I who am but a leafClinging to His arm shaped as branch,His light I drink to sustain
Be Thou All
Meet Thou me in every senses’ contact,Be the air where my muse doth wander,Become all limbs of indus
Sanctified
A curious thing has occurred in meIn the last episode of recurring night,Upon mind and heart is a gr
I Have Borne
Ah, it pains me, to be a living scar unto Thee,Upon Thy blazing sun-face the single spotWhen the cre
Prerogative
How many lives are in my single frameProfuse like the years it dons,How many births to this one name
Thy Name
How many hours and years I had gatheredDeeds many like gems coarse and subtleTo purchase from life m
Sameness
How varied art Thou in this multiplicity?The rainbow stealing only hues seven,The brooks giggling in
I Hold Thee
I sought from Thee many a thingOf high worth that merits life,Much felicity and knowledge makingThis
He Awaits
How many impediments has thou ownedShunning the ease of a higher light?How many limits debilitating