Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Travails
Who is it that has upended my normsCasting all my scales hither and tither,Each daily cycle is a baf
Deny Not
From how many visages wouldst Thou frownDampening each limb of my fervent ardour,Yanking every step
Diminished
Oh what a world is this,Daggered with pettiness and avariceMaiming unwary selves with hobbling wound
All The Parts
What is a shepherd without a lute,Counting kine on lonely pastures,Warding boredom and wolvesFor bre
Beware!
It is Thee, it is Thee who hast stolen my melody,My song-tongue now lies wedded to silenceAnd savour
Am Bereft
I hoped to craft Thee a brilliant odeFull of beauty and delicate subtlety,Mined from deepest recesse
Thy Mule
I have borne the dull and the uneaseThat infest the twilight of a sleeping earth,I crawl through the
Sigils of Thee
A visage I saw in the drifting hours,A faint smear triply laid on forehead,Prone and wide to remind
Alas
O to be mutely supplicant like a treeHeeding stray benevolence of the sky,To be cast in soil and mir
None Can
Oh I have despaired at Thy building spree,The many hells Thou hast planted in dream and reverie,My w
Am Stung
My virtues were brief and vices enduringThe tumult of my deeds sowed ruinous seeds,From earth clime
Fugitive Hour
Oh I have perused all Thy alphabetsAnd all the manner of their wielding,Lettered in stone and wind-t
Grammar of Grief
“No more”, cried I, “no more to learn from lips all mortal,Grant me great Mother, grant me the One,
Quantum of Mercy
What scale measures the quantum of mercyThat in hourly alms is granted unto me?Whose the hand that c
Halt, Who Comes..
Halt, who comes in moments smile bearing,A gaudy scent daubed for some low allure,Masking betrayals
White Castle
A little remains of the little there was,Of the prevailing ruin the useable sliverIs now demolished
All The Ransom
What perennial fruit is in ephemeral timeThat in bitterness ever ripe always is,How richly endowed b
What Can I Ever Give
What is mine from here to give,For all is Thine, the inanimate and alive,And the bright coin and hig
Pitiful Ghost
What use to Thee am I as a lifeless ghostShorn of vitals, stripped of senses five,Of conscious mind
Thy Reason
Are we Thy devices to plumb the deplorable deeps,A living gauge to measure the mortal condition?Dost