Enchanted by the mystic dream

I lay across the meadows of the ancient world

The winds of change take me in various directions

As I dissolve my eternal love for the Beloved

In the immortality of star light

The path is so clear now

Why did it all happen this way, one asks thy self?

The perpetual mystery of life guides us to the place of no destination

Real travelers move beyond beginning and end

They settle in that space where pure love fills the cold air with its warmth

Creating an antique scent of dried roses

Mystic Poetry, Copyright, 2018 Katarina ( Sarasvati )