Like the migrating birds,
man has a homecoming instinct.
In the heart of hearts he knows
that this world is unreal.
His unrest deep down in himself
makes him look for the Otherworldly.
So the pilgrim seeks
the City Unseen.
The Mystics are
the path-finders of the Spirit
blessed with spiritual intuition.
They tell us about absolute beauty
that lives in the City Unseen.
the poem is as beautiful as the picture is......the poet reminds us we the human beings are also ornament of nature...thanks..
The mystics are the path finders of the spirit..so truly said.. I find more and more tunnings to the otherworldky and more people seeking the universal spirit. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the first two words link up with your last two words like the - city unseen. Good write!