Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Obeisance
Uncommon the common hours without pretenceThat pass in silence without an ornament,Like Truth unvarn
Thy Luminescence
How many kindly hands hast Thou deployedThat with skilful means coursed Thy force,With what caring g
To Thee
The store of my impulses are emptied clean,All the petty fires are long extinguished,Only remains in
My Heart’s Prayer
Through the camp of wail-filled nightI walk silent shielded by Thy light,The sights are all mauled b
All Thy Will
The melodies have fled, so have the words,All mine muses huddle in a trepidant corner,A somber air h
Our Captain
A dross is on my gifts, a pain lines my smile,My brow’s arch is cracked by sorrow,My tread echoes on
Benevolent Glance
An informed ignorance is the artifice of Nature,All its acute balance of form and pitch and forceAre
A Call
Of what purport these limbs and mindThat flail in action like a creature blind,Only to prod of pain
Acquiesce
Of all mine heresies from this I shrink,With what worth it baffles me to thinkThat my sordid earth f
The Tribulations of Our Story
And That to itself thoughtless thought,“Am I sole and alone without a doubt,What means take I to res
Thy Inscrutability
How many spectrums doth Thou afford me,All the high low ranges of Thy harmony,Such a suffering from
Overture’s Rose
Silver speech and deeds of bronzeI wrought for Thee in an hour’s beat,Shining thoughts in feeling’s
Thine Own Sun
Ah, I have reasoned Thy silences,Peered behind Thy reluctance’s intent,A cause sole motives Thy reti
Simple Prize
Oh Thou wert ever Thine own counselAll mine fine arguments never held court,Every petition mine Thou
Pact With Me
On a strange quandary I now do ponder,A niggling worm of doubt hath taken birth,If Thou didst make a
Where is He
Where is He, you ask, my Sire?Oh it is He who lends hue to fire!It is He who from flower smiles,That
What Price May Sway
I have sailed the zephyr-seas upon butterfly wings,Mused alone on sky-peaks by an eagle’s sight.I ha
Experiments
Not mine any redeeming merit,In gaping wounds my sole argument.For each of Thy resplendent rayI bear
Forever Radiant
All mine gushings petered to slender brook,The strong passions whittled to single intent,Like a pott
Change
Must it be thus, the passing of an age,The mighty convulsions of age of iron,Everywhere is a groanin