Philosophical Poetry

The Gardener LXIX: I Hunt for the Golden Stag

I hunt for the golden stag.You may smile, my friends, but Ipursue the vision that eludes me.I run across hills…

8 months ago

The Gardener LXI: Peace, My Heart

Peace, my heart, let the time forthe parting be sweet.Let it not be a death but completeness.Let love melt into…

8 months ago

The End

It is time for me to go, mother; I am going.When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you…

8 months ago

The Astronomer

I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon getsentangled among the beaches of that Dadam tree, couldn't…

8 months ago

Superior

Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish!She does not know the difference between the lights in thestreets…

8 months ago

Stream Of Life

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and dayruns through the world and dances in rhythmic…

8 months ago

Silent Steps

Have you not heard his silent steps?He comes, comes, ever comes.Every moment and every age,every day and every night he…

8 months ago

Purity

Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowingthat thy living touch is upon all…

8 months ago

Playthings

Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.I smile at your…

8 months ago

Passing Breeze

Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,O beloved of my heart---this golden light that dances upon the leaves,these…

8 months ago