Raj, you have been prolific - today, finally, I have started to play catch-up.
Tiger! Ohhhh Tiger.... Blake's Tyger.... you DREAM you're a tiger! (I want to dream I'm a lion, not lioness, but maned and roaring LION, or at the very least, a mama bear).
Always loved the poem, and this: Did he who made the Lamb make thee? The entire poem is so deceptively simple. And how I lover your insights on Blake - and the way he was NOT appreciated and loved in his own time, but censured, criticized, or unrecognized (which of the three is worst?).

Cold iron, hard dreams, no more flame in the eyes - haunting haiku!
And this insight is not only spot-on, it's very timely for me today:

The eternal, spirit, God, whatever you want to call it, can only be experienced - the mystical defies explanation.

Love it!