Mystics are like fish
Swimming in the sea—
Small, yet profound,
Great and elusive.
Visible and invisible,
Close, distant,
And endlessly distant.
Fish navigate the sea,
Mystics roam
The hidden realms—
Swimming in the divine sea
Of secrets and mysteries.
People gaze,
Pretending to understand,
Gazing sweetly,
With their illusive eyes.
But can the fish of their will
Allow humans
To touch or catch them?
None can uncover the secret
Of why they dwell and swim
In the fathomless depths.
MyKoul
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