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Diary of a MYSTIC

Understanding is freedom

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Rumi

The home of Beloved

​I open my eyes and see nothing, I close my eyes and see everything. I dance over troubles and bunt dreams,  I reach out and touch the peak of mountains, Dive deep in ocean of my heart and encounter shy... Continue Reading →

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Faceless Mystics 

They are vast fields, wild flowers and sunbeams in every sip on cup of gratitude. Mystics walk out of ordinary roads, on their tracks, lavenders grow and fountains appear. Their cups of gratitude is full of sacred moments between intention... Continue Reading →

Burning Love

This path is too long I can't remember where my roots are buried where seeds of my joy will be planted. Today, I am here with no cloth or name,... I am here with no past or future love won... Continue Reading →

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