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So much to do in loneliness! So much to find!  So much to hide behind! The birds are flying   from one rooftop to another; and I am only  seeking the rooftops, not wanting the homes  under them; not seeking the lives in store  not knocking at the windows, not knocking at   the doors…not wanting…not panging, pining Continue reading “So much to do in loneliness…: A poem “

We can’t be widowed from existence if we seek no desire  That earth still lives and still owns its crystal flaming fire  You can see that we turned down wanting for wanting  the flame of a presence in absolute unrandomness  of inventing our own Schrodinger’s box without the   blackbox of all conventional behaviouralism. And  every quark that forms its multidimensional state  abounds without the gravity of presentContinue reading “And the stoic spoke to the cynic…: A poem “

Would you have faith consolidated as you grow older  Every layer that falls upon layer, like magma that heats  with excitement of revelation and cools and solidifies into wisdom?  You know, Leo, I can see you hanging on the ledge of a precipice,  when you lost faith in your childhood religion, feeling threadbare,  and wandering so faithless. I just thought, I too lost faithContinue reading “Leo Tolstoy, unlike you I never stood on the edge of a precipice: A poem “

Do you think I can never have the seat of justice,  no throne of truth? What would I do then,  if an eternity passed me by, just wielding the  philosophers’ stone, like a thingamajig  without an iota of magical outcomes?  What would I feel reposed on, a siege perilous?  With everybody dancing in the darkness  of self-preservation,Continue reading “Mother, shining with sunlight, I ask you a question?: A poem “

Do you think I have trading skills, bargaining skills?  I swear I don’t! You can’t have me at your breakfast table  eating the honey of evil that tastes like my poison!  A wounded maverick, living in his own kindness, but irate as well!  That truth should never befall, and fall  because he thinks of everyone else, but himself  I have no gloryContinue reading “I am so alone; that it is a comfort!: A poem “

I never felt like a pig, even though my birthday falls on the eighth  You see, I am neither pea nor pod, certainly not fish, I am God!  Do you think God’s heaven is in the surrounds of the deep sea?  From the Seraphim to the Angels; Thomas Aquinas couldn’t  have called them the nine choirs of angels. Christianity did not Continue reading “Would the Board of Peace have anything to do with the Boar of Pisces?: A poem “