Gnosis [Poem]

You won't find Him in Language's narrow halls, 
and He hides from Reason's analytical gaze.

Instead, trust in Intuition to take you by the hand
and let her guide you out of Unknowing's chasm,

So He can at last welcome you into His subtle domain, 
and you can walk the inner road that makes dreams real. 

When you at last contact His numinous joy, 
let it liberate you from the prison named yourself.

Lament of the Amateur Poet [Poem]

I wish that fleeting moment was captured by a poet of greater skill,
because I am unequipped to convey these inscrutable emotions.

I wish this despair was someone else's burden,
so it could be purged into a better poem than I can write.

I wish this joy was someone else's blessing,
so it could be recorded into a better poem than I could write.

A poet with a lucid memory and a mastery of word choice -
Oh! And lots of free time. Just an altogether better poet than I.