THE MORTAL AND MYSTIC

A Thought — too vast — for Tongue
It pressed — my finite Brain

Until we mingled — Particle
And Breath became the same

It was not born of Word
Nor perished into Sound

It lingered like the Veil between
The Living and the Found

I felt its Fingers through my Veins
It dreamt in me awake

A Mirror — neither Me nor It
Yet both for Beauty’s sake

So still the Silence sings
So mute the Motion speaks

In Symbiosis — all things bloom
The Mortal and Mystique.

:: 11.03.2025 ::