Mystic Anonymous

In all hearts
There is the Cherisher
The One True Poet

Looking at this illusory world
My sisters seek a meaning
But only Knowledge, the Light itself
Speaks directly with the soul
And we are nothing but humble seekers
Crying from the beauty of His Words...

The Most Gracious, the Most High
The Eternal Truth -
Lift the weight from these eyes
And let us awaken in these slumbering shells

When they take His Name and Trample It with their deeds
All believing hearts weep
To be among the creation called humanity
But in each heart lies the penniless mystic
That knows -
They trample nothing but their own souls
And the Eternal Poet is adored
And adores in return.