Nirlipta

All this is a vast bioscope woven by the senses,

Choreographed by Nature's sublime skill;

To withdraw from it our only will

If we are to look upon the Reality's faces.

Man's Oldest Preoccupation

Forever the dreamer's most cherished dream,

Forever the thinking man's deepest thought,

Too far beyond the cosmos's fringeless rim,

Yet too close to be in the heart's yearning caught:

                Ancient of Days,

                Least trod of ways,

That which doth dim Heaven's brightest city

Is none but man's own immortality.