At the heart of every frustration,
let it collide with fantasy,
while living freely here in reality.
No-longer notorious unable to express
in poetry. Beauty is the promise
and reward of personal illumination.
Some notice the yearning for,
few will attempt to fight for it
and rare is the one who masters it,
being called mystic.

Personal awakening, incurable
Reaching beyond everything
here on Earth, a permanent suffering.
For those undergoing the process
and for them who aren’t.

Ascetic purity of thought, dismissing worldly conditions,
prestige attained, mystics in a secular fashion, holy.
Personal impulses in constant growth, character in creed,
I’m alive, living in every moment, feeling what I’m
living for, something in complete freedom. The people
outside still have contentment, when they’re not around
(where were you when I needed help?). Being swarmed
by the locust. Unperturbed soul. I’ve entered the kingdom,
we all know that’s there, I’m touching immortality and left
who I know here, in the past, they’re-all dispersed like
the evening stars and stay put in memories. As for
the past is meant to be. No love lost, because no love
found.