The Mystic Way
- ronlee1002
- Mar 27
- 1 min read
A whisper in the silent night,
a flame that flickers, soft yet bright.
Beyond the words, beyond the mind,
a path where Truth is undefined.
No map can chart the seeker’s way,
no scholar’s tome, no light of day.
For in the dark, the soul takes flight,
through shadowed veils to boundless Light.
A drop dissolves into the sea,
the self unchains, at last set free.
No I, no you, no space, no time
—just endless Love, just pure Divine.
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