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The Mystic’s Eye

 

Hidden underneath the bravado of the physical life, she misunderstood the routine of life.
She felt the critical magnified, and not worth the mounting emotional barrage.
She perceives this life behind the physical presence, below the skin and bones, beyond the colour of the hair, buried deep within the outer mirage.
Her world not seen with her physical eyes, her experiences with life is within the innermost sight.
Her entire existence created through and illumes intrinsically from her inner eye, this is her world; this is her heartbeat.

 

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It is in the silence of knowledge, the wisdom whispers.
It does not exist within the call of duty or the rush of the community.
It resides beyond the world of communication.
It reigns throughout the width and breadth of the Mystic’s eyes.
Here, the vastness echoes beyond the cultural comprehension.
She knows the blindness of the veil, yet she excavates within time, ascertains the ancestral mysteries, and discovers the corridors of the ancients, where there is an interlacing of consciousness’s and their speech.
Here, she waits for the illumination of the eternal graciousness that exists, that assembles the treasures of the extraordinary depth of the human’s endless sight.
The Mystic’s Eyes inherited the seemingly sacred wonders and the spiritual curiosities of life.

 

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The Mystic’s Eye

 

The Mystic foretold the freedom of expansion, there was a movement in the air.
The gods cried through the aeons that this time would come forth.
Not for the eyes that are unseen, their sight dampened by their own beliefs.
It is for the eyes that hold vast pools of such light, such as the one who lives within the Mystic’s insight.
It came to see her; she saw the bounty of expansion that fills the space.
She saw the voids created and the gaps at a pace.
She marvelled at the diamonds, the crystals, the sounds, and the height of such might.
She lived the intensiveness of her summit, and within the twinning of the expansiveness of love and light.
In time, the Mystic will reach the heights within the grace and vibrancy of such a life, but not by peeking in or walking past the veil, but enter through the curtain of light, within this time of this physical life.

 

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The Mystic’s Eye

 

Originally, above all time, the mystic’s eyes were to remain lost and unseen in the infrastructure of cultural expectations.
Innately though, determined, the Mystic underpinned the meshwork below the feet of humanity, the makeup of the strands and knots of existence.
The foundation painstakingly laid beneath the feet and dwells within the harrows of the mainstream.
The substructure of humanity, the origination, the runs of crosses and crises more sincere, and more founded, without the lords deciding there is heresy.
The strands carry the code to existence, the matrix of dimensions, the nods of creation, the luminosity of vibrations, the modes of matter and togetherness. Such exacting of law and certainty, but hidden by cultural tales of gods, deity and wizardry. There are so many stories of parody and splendour, ghouls and ghosts to create such profound disregard to the inheritance to all.
The foundation of the evolving blueprint with all of the encompassing consciousness lies within the matrix.
Here, within is the existence of all knowledge, the gods, as we know them, the desires acknowledging the potential of humanity.
Our inner truth sits deeply here.
The foundation of creation intentionally found and discovered by human choice as if it was an accidental find.
The mystic ran the destiny of her fate, the underpinning completed.
Her achievements although unvoiced, a smile ensued, her heart sung.
This was always the Mystic’s inner space.

 

 

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