Diary of a MYSTIC

Understanding is freedom



Be with me

Be with me,  Like an ivory moonlight over a faraway solitary lake, Be with me,  Like a gentle fingers of a piano player  following the song of his heart. Be with me, Like a sun touching the edge of hunger... Continue Reading →

Solitary Man

Would I be able to live  with a broken heart,  he asks? The red rose smiled  and pressed the edge of thorn  closer to skin of her petals. The way to freedom  is through ache and blood,  your broken heart ... Continue Reading →

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