The Mystic Move Poem by Nash Thomas

I am an atheist,
Wandering here and there,
Searching for peace and freedom,
I am an atheist,
Sit on the rock, in the lonely place,
Hearing a nice voice,
A calm and nice voice,
A voice of knowledge,
A voice of wisdom,
A voice, who knows the Truth,
I am surprised,
“You are an atheist, You are an atheist,
You can’t be an atheist,
See the beauty of nature,
See the beauty of the flowers,
See the beauty of roses,
How can you become an atheist? ,
I planted thousands and thousands of roses,
My all ashrams surrounded with rose gardens,
I am enjoying the beauty of its design,
Everlasting design framed by the someone,
Beyond our thinking,
Beyond our imagination,
Beyond our control,
Who is the artist of this nature,
Who gives uniqueness to all beauty,
Never lost from generation to generation,
He, who, created the whole,
Through, his, creative power and wisdom,
We are nothing before him,
Nothing before him,
Watch the roses, watch the roses,
They can teach you many lessons,
They can teach you many secrets,
They can bring joy to you,
Watch the roses, watch the roses”
I am not an opponent,
I am an open-minded,
Searching for the truth,
On the way, I become an atheist,
I am open, open enough to think,
I am wandering to find the truth,
Suddenly a spirit enters into me,
I jumped with shock,
Somebody drew me to the sermon,
Seeing me in long-distance,
The mystic, stand from his seat,
He asked
‘Where are you my son? ,
Where are you my son? ’
I am waiting for you, ”.
A minute, a deep sincere smile,
Eyes speak to the eyes,
Thousands and thousands of discourses went by,
In the silence, His eyes speak the truth,
My search for something,
That, I, don’t know, how to express,
I find in his eyes, Eyes in the mystic reality,
The mystic reality says,
I am you, I am you,
I am within you, I am within you,
You search here and there,
You fail to search in your inner mind,
I am here with you,
I am your imagination,
I am your creativity,
I am within you,
My wandering is over,
I find the truth,
I find my Guru,
The mystic reality,
The mystic says,
Water your young buds,
And buds of imagination,
You become what you want,
You are your friend,
You are your enemy,
You are your promoter,
You are your destructor,
You are your boss,
You are your salve,
You are your be all and end all,
I am within you,
Within you till the last breath,
I am the breath within you,
I will be with you, till the last breath,
Now, I, learn the truth,
The truth teaches by the roses,
Without any words, any speeches,
Imagination turns me atheist to a theist,
Now I am a theist, Now I am a theist.