A Return to Self
the eternal heart of time
only the hand that erases
Use Your Mind
away from me
Spontaneous Living Intelligence
The Immortals, Ending Death
Get Lost
I Am therefore I Think.
Again Towards You
Who am I
Eternal Architect
She is Gone
Into the Light
A Geometry to Time
Genesis is Now
The Root of my Demise
Be as the Tao
Be a Light unto Thyself
When All is Said and Done
Clear Light of the Void
The Singularity is Now
The World is Disappearing
The Heart Aflame
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”