Mystics

I have been lost in a labyrinth without walls,
following the footprints of Borges, the blind;
I have paced up and down the stairwell-linked halls
of Emerson, transcending the mortal mind;

I have strolled around many oasis fountains,
listening to Rumi’s inward-outward fugue;
I have climbed dizzying summits of mountains
to become a monk in the caves of Lao Tzu;

I have willfully retreated from my prison
to seek the insights found in a foreign soul,
and thus died only to find myself risen
within myself once more—now greater than the whole.

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