Blessed is the mirror
Drinking from your wisdom.
The mystic is silent,
The child has her wonder.
Pilgrims awaken
To the gods within them.
From is-ness to am-ness,
I am that I am.
My future beholds me
Yet nothing is foretold.
Priests are no prophets,
And prophets - led astray.
Your presence is sacred
Beyond the holiness of temples.
May I drink Life from your cool palms
And find calmness in your essence?
© REBELLICCA, 2020
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