Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Stone
There is a mood of Thee housed in amberWithin me that fugitive gleam to remember.By a moment of heig
Fell-Sons of God
There is a thing we occultly knowAn aim that we seldom show.For we are assailed day and nightBy a wa
Story of an Aspiration
A grand mansion of human craftBy long labour and mental art.By ambitions galore and much artificeI b
Krishna Said
A day shall come long scripted by the OneOn a precipice of Time to gaze on the Sun.The mute dumb doo
Our Mother
From Her creative heart of timeless blissFalls on our sombre mood a healing ray.For her tread were b
A Luminous Sisyphus
All that animates us is a miracle of the lower gods. The temporal unfurlment of this variedly hued m
Scar of Light
Thou hast marred my pristine nightEngraved on me a scar of light.My safe doom is now oppressedA stai
Refrain
This den of denial, a cave of nightDistorter of values, cross-eyed sight!Thought wayward, wails in e
Toiler
Hail to Thee, O Toiler in the deepsBy Thy labour a stealthy light creeps,Into my flesh and mind of s
Reluctant God
Not this way the Gods of oldDid their deeds I was told.Wise and grand beyond measureFreely showered
Kāli
Shed Thy mask, O fiery MotherAm Thy infant, tarry not further.
Miracle
Dank dark day, a clime of woeA morsel morbid our ration.Limbs of clay, in dead waters to row,Brimmed
Moment
Stuttering speech and hobbling thoughtMakes our infant crawl come to nought.By obtuse thought we for
Renew
Like the Rishi Vishwamitra of yoreAn aspiring valour of ancient lore.To relentlessly attempt and for
Saraswati
Thou art the creator will’s infinite artIn the dangling dew and the beating heart
Submission
These members are now at warAssiduously wake every old scar.The ego dons its hideous maskStubbornly
Body of Earth — Invocation
Body, vital and mind, the triple cord of existenceAre fruit of the Inconscient’s blind persistence.A
Body of Earth — Possibility
Body of earth, a far faint echo of the OneBlooms to watering light of a lesser Sun.By seed of man, t
To Agni
Our combined parts in pell-mellA dissonant story does tell.A wayward motion without purposeOnly a wr
Beginnings
Today it turns the cycle of planetary danceTo face once more our sphere to a Sun glance.A yearly toi