Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Her Command
Oh to be summoned awake by such a dawn,From the folds of night’s relapse releasedOnly to hear Her co
Mission
“Who art thou casting whispers to wind,Seeding strange gestures in each hour,Who seekest in upward g
Trust
A fruit, a flower, a leaf,Offered true relieves from all grief.
Wonder
Upon the body’s stable ground done pristineI fashioned a pedestal high on my breast,With will moulde
Assault
Apparatus have I noneOf thought or intelligence,Nor dexterity or contrivanceOf will or discriminatio
Annul
How nobly thou speakest of ignoble sceptredHands? How deferent to cobblers of science?What lay faith
Dispel
In this dream we often call lifeHas entered a spectre black strife.Mocking with fear our brightest t
Her Grace
Am now upon the great shores of timeWhere break the waves of passing hours,I hear its poignant music
A Plea
I scoured the thousand paths of thoughtAnd gathered a bough of many a mood,These as Garland I wove w
Deliveress
Oh how must I with tongue of clayPiously utter Thy solemn name,In what direction is Thy coming’s way
The Answer
What apt gesture, what summoning hymn,Must I employ for Thy arrival imperial?What ardours rouse, Wha
Release For Us
A strange shadow has creeping loomedBreeding fear under its canopy dark,A menace from yellow lands e
Helm Our Days
Hurry O men from the sleeping drowse,Waken your thoughts to the sunrise hour,For the night has yield
Heed O Goddess
A growing assemblage of fervent heartsGathering in woods deep-hearted and riversThat sombre flow cha
Bring Thy Tumults
My little earth wakes to Thy name dawning within,Climbing over sleep’s base and horizon of dream,Pai
Find Me
What hast Thou done O Sire, casting into this cradleOf body one high soul and alongside so many gods
O Soul
Row, row O soul through time’s waters treacherous,Be not dismayed by the wave’s tremendous crash,Hee
Thy Ambit
A press of Thy sun on this human bruteHas rendered my days into song divine,And impress of Thy moon
Am Yet Emboldened
In the cycle of ages long an impoverishing turn,A vast depletion runs its course on my pittance,Yet
Who Art Thou
Who art thou wiry like a wearied oakAlone in a busy wood looking to the peak?
Ah Desire
Ah desire, goad of the human brute,Fertile soil of the rooted ego,How many ages to thee forego,To un