Call of the Mystic

The call of the mystic

Draws me deeper

Toward ancient sight;

I hear her calling and

You know it to.


The chiming prayer bowl rings,

It’s fine edge cuts my heart

With truth.


In that where it all begins,

Within furious smoke tones

I merge mind with body

And shed the extinct shell

For a beauty chant

Of another love.


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