Poetic body symbolism of the Mystic – archetype linked to the top of the skull.
I’d like to hide my name.
It doesn’t define me.
In the bath of the stars are celebrated threads of links that an anxious mind will never be able to untangle.
I appreciate the space between the sparkles.
I forget myself in a knowledge that is said to be elevated and before which we find ourselves small.
Finally, with me, we let out that deep sigh of joy and laughter at seeing everything we don’t know.
I am the Mystic.
Gateway to an essential reminder.
We are that, open in vast directions, the orgiastic jubilation of infinite spaces.
We are the silent drumbeats of expanding galaxies, the colours that the eyes cannot see.
I am the Mystic, the ungraspable pilgrim of wonder, the worshipper of the edges.
I speak of the moments of peace to come with my truculent exclamation: at last we are!
Like the emergence of fruit bursting with sugar, I herald autumns of delicacy and poetry.
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