The Mystic

The mystic is eternal
Like the endless sky
Always present, essential

Shadowless, existential
Yet together with the rest
Joined, submerged into the music

A lyric loved, loving
Lover into insanity
Seeking the enrapture in the
Beloved.

Sobbing on the breast of
Reason,
The mystic soul is a sentimental
Heart homeless.

Shrouded with doubts
In search of knowledge,

He lies in the desert waiting
Vultures eyeing his weak body
Flesh ensnaring
Mirages confuse consciousness
Lone in the entire expanse of the
earth, of nature he is composed of

Soil, wet grass
dew drop on red rose,

The mystic’s heart encloses all
Beyond comprehension the truth
Behind what you and I are.

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