Monthly Archives: September 2020

The universe is an endless masquerade: For nothing here is utterly what it seems; It is a dream-fact vision of a truth Which but for the dream would not be wholly true, A phenomenon stands out significant Against dim backgrounds … Continue reading →

But wisdom comes, and vision grows within: Then Nature’s instrument crowns himself her king; He feels his witnessing self and conscious power; His soul steps back and sees the Light supreme. A Godhead stands behind the brute machine. This truth … Continue reading →

Only a formless Form of self was left, A tenuous ghost of something that had been, The last experience of a lapsing wave Before it sinks into a bourneless sea, — As if it kept even on the brink of … Continue reading →

Although beginnings only and first attempts, These glimmerings point to the secret of our birth And the hidden miracle of our destiny. What we are there and here on earth shall be Is imaged in a contact and a call. … Continue reading →