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.
You can follow his poetic development on his blog which he writes in real-time:
http: //seshatwuji.wordpress.com/
The silver moon is set
in harvests unseen, the pleiades
rush home across half the night
though the night is never spent
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The day breaks and not my heart
For my heart is as Immortal as the Sun
It shines with thine eyes across distances
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Victory, though it comes too late
I had not learnt creation’s prize
How to survive the engima of living
How to push it clear with flowers
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I am myself the term between
the drift, the dawn, an eternity
of mind dissolving in new minds
so dips this human Eternity
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Because my calling is such
I lose myself in entire days
Whole days of loving too much
Across the lampless silence
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