THE MYSTIC III

Through star-fields she wanders,
ringing crescent and orb;
with clouds and winds she ambles,
her eye lingering upon
whirling seeds and rising leaves,
communing with the Seasons,
having no need of words,
for her soul garbed in Innocence
carries the voice of Truth.
Her vision they take for an infirmity.
her serenity for an affliction,
spurning her as a madwoman.
Yet, she breathes compassion,
seeks completion,
her being nor empty, nor forlorn,
but replete with an unheard music
so sweet, that the lark
hastens to draw its melody
from her well of unuttered song,
and the rose discerns the fragrance
upon her silent prayer.
A greater Knowing guides her toward
Eternity's light in all Creation.
Aye, the Mystic's message is her Flame,
passing from life into life,
by Time untouched. Her inward gaze
becomes the Circle,
her breath the Moment, for she stands
apart from Life, yet within
its deepest heart.
Man's darkness shall she never know, 
this intrepid Seeker,
for she perceives the Essence,
the All-pervading.
What cares could burden 
one who slumbers 
enfolded in wings of spangled sky?

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

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Artist: Gaston Bussière