Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
New Battle
My slate is emptied of all scrawls,The chalked figurines laboriously drawnOf conceptions made throug
I Have
The clays I have shaped in human days,Burnished in blazing kiln many a formFor a colloquy with Thee
Certitude
How many vacillations have passed within,Like the shifting seasons, a severe summerOf hot labours, t
Begone
Begone o impostor light of misleading glare,Bearing the dubious torch of shadow ideals,Luring my hea
Twilights
How many twilights must the soul cross,The seasons of transition that press uponEach haggard hour le
Do You Remember
Do you remember O soul the days of oldWhen thou lent thy mood to stout rebellion?Thy thoughts all vi
Shrink No More
Oh why hast thou withdrawn thy ways,The patterns of thy dealings with me,Only a long dwelling hush c
End And Means
How many improbabilities are thine O Spirit,Conjuring a living cell from deaf mute stone?Or propping
The Crown
How many spires O soul hast thou mounted,Through how many lives of long patient labourNurtured caref
Summon Then
O matter-reared frame by earth-sap nourished,A million nerves woven to perchance captureFrom wayward
O Body
O body, earth-flower grown most intricate,Raised from soil thy flesh grown consciousBy rhythmic brea
Exhortations
By feeble exhortations of a human willThrough a repeated attention’s perseveranceInto a rumination I
Silent Marvel
Oh how many raptures crowd Thy spaces,How much beauty will you drench in an hour?What variety of fel
What Am I
What am I to Thee O Infinite,A measly flesh with piffling breathAnd sliver of mind sans any depthYet
Human Calendar
What have I with a human calendarTabling motions of a petty sun,When my day’s orbit by Thee begunCro
Only Thou Knowest
How many cares in a brief life intervalAnd thoughts that trudge on forehead?To how many ends limbs h
O Earth
Not for thy verdant beauty I loved,Nor thy rich moist valley sprawl,Nor the happy heart of coel’s ca
Monuments
Meagre are my means in this cycle,Ordained by Thee this generous povertyStifling the graceful roads
One-Eyed Prophet
Such an one-eyed prophet am saddled with,Always an eager sermon upon his lipsOr breaks monotony with
Teach Me, O Sire
Such habits I pick from Thee O Sire,Each running counter to human current;Every trait of mine render