A mystic is one;
Who does not
Take for granted,
A feckless cloud above,
Nor a single breath!
He chooses a life of observation,
And awareness until death
His mantra;
“So above, so below”
His spirit anticipating activation
‘Til then…
Eternity compels his soul to grow
A mystic knows,
When comes the end
And when “All That Is”
Helps him ascend
ROTMS
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