In poem, a wisdom lost to prosaic precision is clearly perceived beneath the realm of thought. These poems are teachings of the Way.
Category: poetry
What Now Remains
What remains to enrich the soul, when all these good things come to passā¦?
No More to Frolic in the Sun
There, ageless and immortal stands: the fair, the lost, great myth of man.
Truer Are Wisdoms
For Knowledge is power, so gilding its Knower. Yet Power's corruption will poison its Sower.
Power in the Broken Things
And calm against the cries of war, the higher way surpasses all. The good warfare is not a fight! For the aim of our charge is love.
For Rest, To Rest
For rest, to rest the Spirit guides me. He whose nature quietly adorns To magnify the Father & Son The Silent One, who speaketh volumes. He set still waters of …
I Was Yours
I was yours, but I wanted to run. I ran away, and I was wounded. I was wounded, and I needed youā¦ I always had you, for I was yours.
Sharpen Your Soul 