Mystic (A Messenger of Hope)

A sense of quietude envelopes the space
chiming to the rhythm of the universe
a choir from ethereal realms bringing calmness
serene as the cooling moonlight
soothing the sensory world.

A spectacle of heavenly delight
mirage of wonder that no human eye can see
a gentle shower of flowers from angelic dimensions
glistening brightly like Lapis Lazuli
embodying the fragrance of the heavens.

Nature wondrously beams with joy
graciously swaying to the enchanting wind
clearing the path for the chosen one
gracing and comforting the ground
for the man in saffron robes.

The blessed one, his feet bearing the wheel of dharma
clearing footprints of karma
embalming the soil with tranquility
spreading peace and light
a man of benediction and grace.

He’s a philosopher, a guide
a beacon of hope in this chaotic world
for he teaches of love and compassion
living in humility, he speaks not of his own greatness
but of the One; he’s a messenger of hope.

Bearing the insignia of his Maker
he’s a bridge between the worlds
made of purity, perfection, and fragrance
he speaks of things unbeknownst to us
of magic, truths of higher realms, setting us free
transporting us from the illusionary world
for he is a Mystic, a sage, a saint.

 
 
 
 
 
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