Is it a folly to be ever sublime?: A poem 

Is it a folly to be ever sublime?  Have I been patient beyond my time?  Do the nine choirs understand  that I see, dissipate, my promised land?  Was it a mirage? An illusory concierge?  Did I not walk the eternal desert, forgetting my urge?  Even manna doesn’t drop from the skies  Tell me, O SupremeContinue reading “Is it a folly to be ever sublime?: A poem “

Treachery can never get an everlasting try: A poem 

Does the sharpness of light  turn one illuminatingly blind?  That as one is seemingly blind  one can see all, forward and behind  I can burn, as I learn  Invisibly, unlike the fire of the sun  Which fire is most divine?  Do we see the immaculate sign?  Is Prometheus sinner or saint?  Did he make theContinue reading “Treachery can never get an everlasting try: A poem “

Does the Supreme’s honey come after sublime treacle?: A poem 

The wind in the trees  is shedding all the leaves  Could all this suffering  bring me to my knees?  This old is an ancient breeze  The clock that never stops; whom does it please?  I open my window to a frieze  It seems to question me:  Does all the time in the universe  measure upContinue reading “Does the Supreme’s honey come after sublime treacle?: A poem “