Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
O Brooder
Baby squirrel’s eager insufficient leap,And the unerring clutch of instinct,Upon stone and bark and
Compel
I am by Thee enamoured,To each Thy gesture indentured.Why battle with Thy silence,I gladly submit to
Insufficient
Not enough these paltry senses five,A single heart for adoration to give.A single mind to forage and
Doer
I become many, all leading to an empty sum.My script turns on itself, negating each thing done.An ag
She
Coax not the fates or the flower’s blooming hour.For He who arranged the march of the ages,Is wiser
I Have Ventured
I have ventured the mind’s maze endlessAnd cavorted in vital’s dim dungeon.I have felt the physical’
Mine No More
I am mine no more, alone amidst familiar shapesUprooted of common care, I drift where His whim takes
The God Hour
Our heedless past is a preamble of the future to be.A swift oppressive hour shatters limits we could
O Flame, O Guardian
An Archmason is at work in my being.By each brick of being now dismantled,Comes down each nature cra
Artisan
O Hand, artist-eyed perfectionist,Of minute care in fibrous feather.
Coax
Lord, my Lord, of aeonic crawl eternally slow.Patient as an ox, an equally inert earth to plough.But
Reversed
What realm this, of upended movements,And of many reflecting fields as mirrors?Mind is king no more
Kurukshetra
There is a perennial Kurukshetra within,And legions of falsehoods arrayed about.In each moment a new
Worship
It burns in me now, that fire of old.The query and quest without name,An urge and ardour that goes n
O Name
I heard Thy name in a nameless moment,By a fated second conspired by gods and stars.A javelin from t
Lighthouse
The forms are gone and so the names,All have vanished within inner planes.Gone the cherished face an
Solitary Heart
Amidst the innumerable circlings of life,The deafening clamour and constant strife.Drowning the whis
Dream-God
On a hazy tract between dream and wake,I wandered alone in a form of aspiration’s make.A tome I clut
Persist
All was a puzzle and a heuristic without certitude,Only the methodical weighing of many contraries.O
Pristine
Few are the companions with me still,By their weak animations prod a dull thrill.Dream and wakefulne
Heavens
Many are the heavens I have known,Towering spire teasing sky yonder;On massed up snow, at apex the O