Let His Dwelling Grow    Let him retain his secret self unseen—   A quiet core beneath the outer guise.   His thoughts drift far, where none have ever been,   Untouched by earthbound sound or sorrowed cries.  He shapes his fate by sovereign will alone,   And spends his hours by choice, not blind decree.   Yet boredom gnaws the pleasure of his throne   And drives him forth through mists no eye can see.  There in the vale, he finds his kindred near,   Who sense he will not ling

The Selfish Self     I am my world – A world apart.   Apart from me there is nothing.   The world is mine.   It arises from the...