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Where some walk on the mystic path
in knowledge of what they do,
I, like many others,
knew not of what they do.
One simply takes in that which comes
and meditates thereon,
while mind and heart are open
to a pulsing inner song.

Such things are done in quiet times
despite the sea's of pain,
of stress and deep frustration
and chores which daily strain
the sinews of the backbone
and the nerve ends in the brain.

It was not a road I trod by choice,
for I was asked to go !
by something I did not know what;
and did not want to know.
It was more than I did bargain
on the day I gave a sigh
desiring knowledge of the all,
and answers such as.. "WHY".

part two

And even when the World was gone,
and I was asked if I would "GO",
my answer then, in truth, and fear,
was NO, no, no, no, no !

But there is a Cosmic blackmail
even while amid great fear;
a Love unknown by mortals;
a love which draws you near,
and transports you through such aeons,
through depths of time untold,
to the ultimate destination;
where the answers thus unfold.

But be warned, you are not the piper
that calls the mystic tune
the day it comes to take you,
be it morning, night, or noon.

And when you KNOW,
you will not rest
with religions motley throng
for they do not KNOW the Singer;
and they do not KNOW the Song.

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