The modern mystic Moves through the world of form Invisible, soft, open, untouchable No jagged edges, no resistance Almost invisible to the piercing eyes Of those convinced of themselves A humble authority imbues their movement Yet no one will see, for they make no attempt To steal or grab attention Theirs is not the way of self But the way of no self They are the ocean in the wave There is no separation in them Only a naturalness that flows through life Wherever it is In the market or on the mountain top In the density of human activity Or in the silence of the forest deep.
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