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.

FREEDOM --- II

I walk
into your open embraces,
you, who
bid me near you smiling.


If you knew
who i am,
You'd spare me
a thousand embraces !!!


But,
you let me pass
And , Alas i must go......without telling you my name.