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Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Minstrel of Song
Make me a minstrel of songPermit me passage through heavens,Above groans of hell make my voice ringI
Thine Am I
What gaudy hand hath been hereLike a juvenile vandal venturing new worldTo sprinkle profane graffiti
O Father
How many births have been mine,Birthing into this little life’s prison,Enduring unending penalty of
O Soul
O soul, what a vain adventurer art thou,Choosing joy and danger of human life,Purchasing by birth a
Thy Emergence
What heavy taint is upon the days,A sneering eye of disdainful glareWeighs the hours by a scale base
Inconceivable
What marvel this waking me from sleep,Drawing gently through sub-conscious fields,Reminding always t
All Of Me
A harsh relentless summer hath parched me,A greedy heat saps the last precious dew,A stark barren ex
By Thy Infinity
Wither this sweep of storms ragingThrough life’s fragile fields unending,Wave upon restless waves de
Ghosts of Desire
At midnight hour marked by a mechanical limbAt the doorstep of sleep’s retreat I paused,For strange
Of Thee
What vacillation hath possessed Thee,Alternating my heart to unfeeling stoneOr ripening it to a frui
Thy Sojourns
Ah, Thou art now married to new customOf heaven, Thy splendoured home bright,Old courtesies of earth
Of What Worth
Keep O serpent thy glistening treasuresOf diamonds and rubies, opal and pearl,Guarding jealously the
To Thee
A single birth is oft celebrated in swirls of sun,The magic motion conducting the drift of time,The
Vows of Fealty
I hear thee O soul, though wordless thy silence,Like a precious little flower caught in ambushBy uns
Thee and I
What order can I impose on my ardour,What course suggest to heart unbarred?What symmetry to the wild
The World And I
“I have sampled thy nations O world,Trod many a road, the many-climed airBreathed, at thy dusks I ma
Reversal
I see it, the necessity of this course,This dim pass for Thy rainbow bridge,’Cause in breach and cre
Shadow Play
How many lives in a single oneAround the flame of love revolved,Born in a bright pure perfectionBut
Trail of Dusks
Wither this trail of dusks interminable,How many settings to herald Night?Each new twilight is more
Rescued
How many becomings have I parentedBy ego’s collusion with base desire?How many issues have I birthed