The Wings of Poetry

Here are a couple of selections from My Flute, his first collection of poetry:

The Absolute

No mind, no form, I only exist;
Now ceased all will and thought;
The final end of Nature's dance,
I am it whom I have sought.

A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;
Beyond both knower and known;
A rest immense I enjoy at last;
I face the One alone.

I have crossed the secret ways of life,
I have become the Goal.
The Truth immutable is revealed;
I am the way, the God Soul.

My spirit aware of all the heights,
I am mute in the core of the Sun.
I barter nothing with time and deeds;
My cosmic play is done.

   The Pilgrims of the Lord Supreme.

   We are the Pilgrims of the Lord Supreme
   On the Path of Infinity.
   At this time we have broken asunder
   Obstruction's door.
   We have broken asunder the night
   Of tenebrous darkness, inconscience
   And the eternal, indomitable fear of death.
   The Boat of the supernal Light's Dawn
   Is beckoning us,
   And the World Pilot
   Of the hallowed bond of Love Divine
   Is beckoning us.
   The Liberator's Hands are drawing us
   To the Ocean of the great Unknown.
   Having conquered the life breath
   Of the Land of Immortality,
   And carrying aloft the Banner
   Of the Lord Supreme,
   We shall return:
   We, the drops and flames
   Of Transformation Light.