Today's book is Lord of Light, the science fantasy fable of settlers on an alien world ruling in the guise of Hindu gods.
This is another story where I'm playing a little fast and loose with the definition of poetry. I've chosen the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad. It's scripture, not poetry as it's usually defined, but there is a rhythm to the language that I think qualifies it.
He is that great unborn Self, who consists of Knowledge, is surrounded by the Prânas (life-force), the ether within the heart. In it [Self] there reposes the ruler of all, the lord of all, the king of all. He does not become greater by good works, nor smaller by evil works. He is the lord of all, the king of all things, the protector of all things. He is a bank and a boundary, so that these worlds may not be confounded. He who knows him [Self], becomes a Muni. Wishing for that world, mendicants leave their homes.
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