What is a mystic?
One who uses experience to distill truth from life,
Or one that seeks conjugal harmony with all existence?
To fly with the heart over every plain and hill, or stand with the soul in every stream, lie in the rushes with each tiny insect that chirps at night, to be at peace with every being in their beds, or dash with the devas across starry heavens, then fuse spirits with every wild bird that dwells in a forest.
To be one with all creation in a burst.
