Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Preludes
The arid spells are a distant memoryGone the days of skies empty and barrenOr bristling air of all m
The Passage
Not all in thee is matter-bornOn thy fragile animated clod base,Nor even the vital of freer waysMark
World Teacher
Long in consternation did I bemoanReckless waste of years in schoolsThat busy circus designed by foo
Cosmic Poet
Ah, now I see the error of my ways,Not here our levers of world action,Nor even in inertia of our in
A Bargain
Is this all, all the extent of the humanLimit, a petty hamlet and pettier inhabitants,Shaped by mise
The Method
First were wrested heart’s cherished thingsOf sweet face and clear eyed simplicity,They who swallowe
Lend Me
How many spells Thou brewest O Magician,What irresistible charms in hymns resonantCompelling our sou
What Is
What is a moment or hour or year,All lie buried in a soul instant.What is a flicker or flame or fire
Player
A game board setup is mine each day,To all the configured pieces I do wake,Noting and remembering th
Spirit Sailor
All waves of tumult have subsided within me,A steady wind is upon my sail pacing the keel,Everywhere
O Mother
How many ages in the long cycles of timeHave we waited for the tread of Thy dawn,Our meagre orbs gaz
Far Eternal
Not all past is dead, nor all alive in future,Not even bodied present truly alive appears.A miniscul
Insignia
With vanishing mists of ego now loomsA hazy vision of thought spires peakingThrough above the human
O Sage
Of all that labours in the mortal fieldsThine is the lion’s share of burden O Sage,Lugging bereaveme
Reluctant Wanderer
My days wander in a field of trancesBearing strange moods, stranger thoughts,Each step is made throu
Solvitur Ambulando
Each day is a puzzle begun anew,The twilight roads yet confoundBy means mundane and profoundAll that
O Entrancer, O Beguiler
O Entrancer, O Beguiler, what immense beautyIs Thine, this rich harvest of gold from mire,Reaping fr
Heed O World
Heed O world the great Goddess is hereFrom the auspicious beyond descendedInto the grimy fields of h
Echoes
In me now echoes voices of times forgotten,From muted stone and the lone indolent tree,Their struggl
Pilgrim Lips
Scrutinise if thou must, O Time, the legaleseFor my various deeds have an accomplice.The thread of m
Shy Away
Shy away O happy duets, O sweet amour,There is another who arrives in this blue hour,Dimmed is the r