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Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Far Eternal
Not all past is dead, nor all alive in future,Not even bodied present truly alive appears.A miniscul
Insignia
With vanishing mists of ego now loomsA hazy vision of thought spires peakingThrough above the human
O Sage
Of all that labours in the mortal fieldsThine is the lion’s share of burden O Sage,Lugging bereaveme
Reluctant Wanderer
My days wander in a field of trancesBearing strange moods, stranger thoughts,Each step is made throu
Solvitur Ambulando
Each day is a puzzle begun anew,The twilight roads yet confoundBy means mundane and profoundAll that
O Entrancer, O Beguiler
O Entrancer, O Beguiler, what immense beautyIs Thine, this rich harvest of gold from mire,Reaping fr
Heed O World
Heed O world the great Goddess is hereFrom the auspicious beyond descendedInto the grimy fields of h
Echoes
In me now echoes voices of times forgotten,From muted stone and the lone indolent tree,Their struggl
Pilgrim Lips
Scrutinise if thou must, O Time, the legaleseFor my various deeds have an accomplice.The thread of m
Shy Away
Shy away O happy duets, O sweet amour,There is another who arrives in this blue hour,Dimmed is the r
What Art Thou
What art Thou O Sire,Thoughtful sage, musing mystic, inspired seer?
Diti and Aditi
Obeisance O Night, O Dark Womb of light,Obscure and mysterious are thy pinings,By thy sleep are the
Dumb Seed
My days trace the orbits of other suns,Nights prepare new births to commence.Helpless the heap of co
Whoever Thou Art
A strange continent has overlaid unseenUpon the erstwhile pittance of my being.My tides have all gro
Master’s Sight
This my being becomes as a new acquaintanceBy a swift fading ‘I’ and its vanishing deliberations.A g
Little Soul
Surely there is no measly flame at playIn this wide world made of soil and clay.A strange amalgam of
Senses at War
Such a quandary Thou hath caused O SpiritMine each sense forget their appointed part.A silent bedlam
O Soul of Mine
What hast thou done O soul of mine,To this venture why didst thou incline?Always impudent wert thou,
A Message
Rejoice O soul for the augurs are auspiciousFragrant the incenses, resonant the cymbals.From the nic
The Journey
I wondered often whence this mighty changeAcross heights and depths and its sweeping range.For I kne