The Wind – Poem-32 (My Life And Quest)
I am a pipe the wind blows through,
Be still, it is the wind that sings. Read the article »
I am a pipe the wind blows through,
Be still, it is the wind that sings. Read the article »
Save me, O Lord, from otherness! And yet
There is no other nor no me to save;
Thou only art, in countless forms declared; Read the article »
This world and body are not me.
They are a dream from which to wake.
Whatever in their fate may be
Cannot destroy The vibrant joy
Or turn to night the bright daybreak. Read the article »
Man and the moon have choice, yet it is not
Whether to go or stay; immutable
Their path and phases of their path; their lot
Written in light, most ineluctable. Read the article »
World and dissolution, day and night,
Both are eternally, although to sight
They seem to alternate. Life and death Read the article »