Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Remember Us
What reveries are there full of collisionsOf the pasts unnumbered and the present,Herein intrude too
Thy Purpose
Am I Thy chalice where are mixed brews strange,A cask of ignorance and a barrel of inconscienceChurn
Every World Lost
Where bubbles the ocean of infinite mercyDrawing from deep-hearted abyss its riches,On what strange
Not For Me
What twilight is this ruling through the day,The sky all sullen and the mind near dead,The winds of
Beauty
He brought not knowledge to our battle,No insights acute nor visions complete,For the scaffold of mi
Resigned
I am resigned to this Thy inscrutable schemeHowever bleak and bare it may seem,For all known levers
Only Can
How simple the first dreams wereAs brooder and thinker and doer too,By these deeds it seemed to be c
Spared Nothing
My mind is forfeit of deliberate thought,Ends I can’t conceive or the means pursue,The will is mute
Physician
Of my ills I cried to Thee and the daily travails,For balms that heal I fervently did plead,The year
Collusions
Wither this procession of mourning hoursLike failed troops from odds most ungodly,With scattered arm
Admit
The bow of mind lays reluctantly,The stringing will has lost its verve,My quiver of words is all emp
Our Births
An ember-sun through the horizon sinks,Its splendour spent in the day’s labour,For all the luminesce
Morning Sun
Pristine the sooted lamp that holds piety’s flame,Pure the bloomed flower chosen for innocence,Auste
Quest
My vigils were many and the lapses too,Varied my labours in this unending questWhere I scour worlds
Single Being, Single Soul
Every day into the mire of the world I plungeThat no spot of mind or heart is sparedThe staining dye
Shadows
What are these shadows that over being pass,Scars unreal that move across the body,What shadow touch
Companion Me
A sullen reverie thrust like an unwanted giftBrings covert projections to dream surface,A repertoire
So Declare
Oh I have forgotten the decorums of the soulDislodged by the shock of birth and life,What am I to ev
Thou Knowest
How many seasons must I coax Thy reluctanceWith words all shaped from ardour’s reason,How many night
This Ruin
Slowly slowly Thou didst enter like a white rumour,A bright conspiracy was set aflame within my bein
Initiate
I have drunk of the bitter world brewSeated in my muse’s pondering chamber,Every theme malignant and