Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Workshop
My mind is as an empty townAll the busy bustles mostly gone.Only a stray reason and some memoryHawk
Story Teller
I once ventured in the amber groves of memoryReviewing the embattled journey of my story.Such rich f
Deal Maker
Such strange commerce seems all of this,Daily treasures enduring for my purchase.The known laws of c
Hearken O Worlds
Hearken O Worlds, He is born,The Mystic-Fire and his early rays of Dawn.The Priest is here O Sacrifi
That Truly Lives
Am grown to a resemblance of many faces,Visages of yore whispering through the ages,Mighty thoughts,
O Reverent-Flame
A bonfire blaze burns away my dross,Howling and writhing arise the instincts gross.All the greys and
Three Perfections
A perfect poise to him chiefly in the bodyIs in groan of muscle and stretching nerve sinewy.In propo
Word and Vāk
I once stumbled on a brood of wordsAlive and musing unlike the common herdsThat lurk upon pages of a
Achilles
The fleet of our ships sailing the Aegean blue,The strength of our arms and stroke of the oarsIn eac
The Warrior and The Poet
On the distant banks of serene swelling GangesOccurred a chance encounter of two strangers.One swart
Transformation
In me are the climes of a twilight season;My erstwhile sky of cloud-ideals scatter away,A pristine b
I Am Not
I am not inconstancy, the anaemic attention unsteady,I am not vacillation, the drifting somnolent wi
I Am
I am resolve, unflinching poise of determination,I am resilience, bounding up from every negation,I
Transition
Oh what a mighty orbit wields the ‘I’,A little delusion bending earth and sky!What immense perturbat
Spirit Roads
I have shed the busy littleness of man,Stand absolved from insistences human.My being’s chambers are
Sculptor, Sculptor
A chisel is upon me chipping chipping, tiny tiny strokes on my periphery,It gauged my mettle for any
A Soliloquy
Is there a thing am not bound to in kinship?To all things high or vile I feel a friendship.In the co
Insufficient
Of common acts I find no more the rootOf need or desire or even ambition’s fruit.All aims float like
Mores of Men
I break into new territory on familiar grounds,And make new discovery in my daily rounds.I wake befo
Body
Not mine the surge and wash of energiesOr the restless quiver that blindly excites.Not mine the glut