A mystic's path

Rich is a heart that sees beyond want.
as a tree is full of blossom to make the air sweeter
as the wind is upon the sails when the oars can pull no more
as silence is upon the tribulations of the spirit
as sound becomes voices to cry freedom
as freedom glows from the dark of our eyes
as radiance is the face our very nature.

Return then, to your interiors ; alone.
wisdom seeps as a perenial stream
As you bend upon the waters to wash your face
whose face shall you see,
the nameless one of your long search;
or your own original face you had lost somewhere.

Being available

The old mystic wakes up
after having travelled arround so many memories,
so many scenes of life comes out of your " inner self" to talk of ancient things,
of a time when things were fragrant and beautiful!!

He sits upon your quietness and says" Bliss , like a star that cannot speak -- they express
their enlightenment in silence"

This is exactly how i feel at times, as i walk by the river banks, a few peniches glides along,
and tall ,old, trees with branches bent upon the waters trying to understand each other.

Today ,just like one of those other days, crosses the fields of sunbaked poppies, pushing wheat praries , takes you by your shoulders, to go looking for that hidden rock in the pinewoods,
so you could squat upon and watch the sun pierced dancing leaves, and make you conscious
of those intense activities organised into so many subways of energy.

From the leaves to the branches,the trunk, the roots -- all the way down.....the tree!!
"The great tree" outside you steps into you to remind you of the great tree within you , Your personal tree, just there with its branches spread out in the wind while flower petals detach and falls into the Soul river that guides you beyond the universe of thoughts.

Touched by an experience such as this can make me talk of trees, rocks and rivers;
for each day ,a banquet awaits each one of us, some sort of spiritual banquet just as it appears today through the warm sunny day , filled with pleasent pulse beat in the psyche, whispering so many silent things.

The principles of life are hanging from the skies, their wings flaps from sunrise to sunset, in the night they hover your dreams and plunge into your conscience,they do and undo your chains
so you could realise that nevertheless you stay free.