Seshat Nibada Poems
- Mid-Autumn Moon Festival The silver moon is set in harvests ...
- To The Break Of Day (Another O...
- Creation Engima Victory, though it comes too late I had not ...
- Ode To Emily Dickinson I am myself the term between the ...
- Song For Tall Grasses Singing Because my calling is such I ...
- “that Must Have Been The Sun” A ribbon at a time I have ...
- Dawn Without The Sometimes Fur...
Wuji was born in Montreal and lived for many years in Auroville, India, where he was exposed to Sri Aurobindo and many perennial poets of the East. He cites Taoism, Sufism, Mysticism and Hindu bhakti poets as major influences.
With a B.A in Psychology, degrees in Nursing and Networking, he has a body of work that spans ten years and seven thousand poems, his style is mostly free-verse exploring spiritual, existential and humanistic topics. He incorporates vivid imagery and strange syntax, but more or less follows conventions of free-verse. An avid reader of other poetry, Wuji considers himself anonymously prolific.
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Mid-Autumn Moon Festival
The silver moon is set
in harvests unseen, the pleiades
rush home across half the night
though the night is never spent
i lie alone, with sappho
ready to bridge fragments
of my human body-shell divine
The golden moon is set
in harvests unseen, o queen of songs
voiceful, with the heart’s wild cry
storm-tossed I gather spirit
across the all-unattainable hope
that heaven’s empyreal blue
will never be fully lost, always recoverable
in some future where the moon
hangs low and love’s feet brush dew
across a soft-cushioned bed where