Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Follow My Lead
What have I to do with the upkeepOf this Thy world of strange design,Am but a guest of this transito
Debts We Owe
Such paltry tokens we strenuously earnBy our ignorant labour in mortal hoursTo purchase passage thro
We Shall Banter
Choose then the trysting ground of truce,A suspension of hostilities for common good.Bring not godly
Thou Art Not Won
What use grappling when Thou art not wonBy fine long argument or need most urgentOf splendid gain, a
Ladder of Devotion
First the hearsay of that to be known,Of that fairytale glory, of awe and wonder.Next the tongue to
Whatever Thou Art
Does a new sun of mosaic light shine on meThrough a clan of clouds marching over azure,A sturdy aeri
Appearances
Above the furore and the din,Above the savage and the benign.
Were It True
Were it true, the shining ambitions O life,Those little milestone lapels on breast pinned,Those faux
What Art Thou
A cup of Thy light quenches my thirst,In perspiration of every strenuous stepFrom every pore Thou ag
Preludes
The arid spells are a distant memoryGone the days of skies empty and barrenOr bristling air of all m
The Passage
Not all in thee is matter-bornOn thy fragile animated clod base,Nor even the vital of freer waysMark
World Teacher
Long in consternation did I bemoanReckless waste of years in schoolsThat busy circus designed by foo
Cosmic Poet
Ah, now I see the error of my ways,Not here our levers of world action,Nor even in inertia of our in
A Bargain
Is this all, all the extent of the humanLimit, a petty hamlet and pettier inhabitants,Shaped by mise
The Method
First were wrested heart’s cherished thingsOf sweet face and clear eyed simplicity,They who swallowe
Lend Me
How many spells Thou brewest O Magician,What irresistible charms in hymns resonantCompelling our sou
What Is
What is a moment or hour or year,All lie buried in a soul instant.What is a flicker or flame or fire
Player
A game board setup is mine each day,To all the configured pieces I do wake,Noting and remembering th
Spirit Sailor
All waves of tumult have subsided within me,A steady wind is upon my sail pacing the keel,Everywhere
O Mother
How many ages in the long cycles of timeHave we waited for the tread of Thy dawn,Our meagre orbs gaz