I like to think I’m quite a spark a wise and clever man I can name the elements or kings of old Siam but sitting in my techno-cave

Primordial soul of Helix’ eye Love complete, unheard, From cosmic bliss let out a cry Upanishad Om reverb. Tsunami vibes delete the void

Hours enthralled by cryptic signs, with ancient tomes and riddled rhymes. Gleaning facts from mystic lores - and still she never sought divorce…

Faruk Asan, a very good man took heed from the great Ataturk - He came from the land of old Otto… by way of his sheer hard work. In Malvern he set up a kahvehane

One land - many maps each map - many roads every road - two directions One God - many faiths each faith - many sects

In that term, as I remember, I first built my delusion. From September to December, Was childhood’s conclusion. Back at home for Christmas,

Dignity Stripped Flesh Ripped Morphine Tripped Profound Pain Inhumane

1978 - Boarding school - The day… Grey flannel blazer, grey stone wa… Under a cold grey sky. Grey skinned strangers speaking gr… Long bleak and lonely,

'We’ the west can be so proud of o… where everyone can take a vote for… We’ll fund the freedom seekers who… and understand they must rise up t… We’ll help them when they turn for…

I spoke two thousand years ago, wh… but much I said was misconstrued,… As Son of Man I said before, I a… I the ransom for the many ~ Throu… My Father’s house has many mansio…

Death, if it is you I fear then Fear, you have no spell ~ What stood for my old man and his, is good in time for me as well.

Time nebulous unfolds ~ twisting bulbous entity. Pressing back the void, forever riding on the cusp of Now. Crystallising ethers of tomorrow,

There is a thread of gold that binds the ancient tomes ~ a filament rare, ne’er to be found ~ lest this first be known; Though some men may read all,

A sophic bridge of signs to worlds beyond the magical, long taken as mundane by the disregarding masses. Obscure and yet discerned