Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Whosoever Thou Art
Whose knock heard I on my doors of dream,Whose hand coloured those image’s stream,Who loomed in rous
Lamps
At the downing hour of the crimson curtains of dusk,When the flaming sky-torch renews its quest to s
O Seed, O Womb
O Impeller, O Fashioner, O Seed, O Womb,O golden Source of all, of mighty Ether home.Is this a dream
Ritual
O Ritual, formulaic motion of thought and gestureFraming our aspiration in thy sacred investiture,Ha
Soul Season
I have shed old retinues as a tree in autumn,A period of witherings governs my soul’s season.No ledg
Bhārathiyār
O flame-born quintessence, O fireling,In thy approach roused an entire tongue,Set aflame common mind
Birth
Upon a forlorn earth’s closing of an ageA clutch of heroes maligned power with rage.A schism split e
Chore
In my inhabiting robe I feel a new inrush,All over body and thought and feeling its pushI feel, all
A Rumination
How fertile are these hours pregnant with anticipation,The air crackles with silences that bear the
Artisan
How many tongues whisper softly Thy allure,How many bodies bear sweetly Thy love,How many hues captu
Triumvirate
First the Allurer took hold by scattered beauty,Luring with charms but bound me in incapacity.Life l
Emperor
How rich are Thy silences, how splendid Thy muteness,Memory of Thy presences shimmers in Thy absence
Captain
I am ploughed by a force every night and day,I have pledge my feeble will to its revealed way.Its lo
Summons
I lay one lazy noon in arms of a drowse,My senses retreated to their subliminal house.My mind withdr
Archer
How does it work, this will of Thine,Unerring, absolute, without mar, adamantine?Does knowledge pres
Mahabali
The dwarf replied, “I greet thee King, who hastWith mighty exertions this station on thyself brought
Mahabali
Long ago in an age that history forgot,One, a king, means of perfect knowledge sought,Not content wi
Canopy
A dome of amorous vines woven into green roofShielding its air against a harsh summer sun,A little a
Egypt
In the augurs of a light-touched daily cellI move as if caught in waves of higher spell.A force impe
You
What is despair, where is the final loss,Our lives like canoes shudder at sea’s toss.