The Last Wanderer
Not far enough, my mystic soul has strained
Not real enough, my heart aflame
The trance of truth must be undone
All philosophy discarded again
For the lone beautiful Tao
That knows not a higher life
But only how to be
There is no sheer God
Outside of this enlightened brain
Only a cosmic energy
A veiled beauty everywhere
The music’s grip of gold
The muse’s shade of divinity
I know it well, I used to love it timelessly
O’ truth-soul, I’ve seen the wonder
Not of the world but of other worlds
And I long for them, as you long for memory
I have no memory but the spirit’s stuff
The dawn for me is the splendid cup
God is not asleep, he is dead
So let me learn the stars again
Upon new terms discover old truths
And be as a supramental thing
Prayer after pray, step after step
Breath to the light, of all body and mind.
Wuji Seshat 
Excellent!
Thank you Rajiv, nice to see you around!
Deep. You are a talented poet Wuji. Good to see you again. Hadn’t seen you come across the radar for some time. Hope all is well.
Thanks Suzanne, nice of you to come and say hi.