Poem -

A Stream (Mystic Light)

A Krishna wit, a Veda flight, the love of Aum, the gift of
Christ. My Sufi heart, alert to death, the sore of life, a
Mystic breath. And wisdom tear, the Spirit wept, the blood
Of brine, a brilliant death. And Sutra flame, the mind of
Light, the lux of love, a sophic plight. My swamic torch, a
Touch of pain, the wings of ghosts, and subtle bane. Thus
The river, a rapid ride, the womb of light, and torrent pride. And
Mystic tear, the branch of life, a soul to seek, the sacred light. 

A Krishna wit, a Veda flight, the love of Aum, the gift of
Christ. My zenic heart, the volt of love, a horse aflight, the
Gated flood. And Buddha wings, to fight the pain, a
Maya slant, the brant of pang. And yoga chant, afflux the
Core, the crux of birth, my soul amore. And mystic tear,
The branch of life, a soul to seek, the sacred light. 

Brant: a small goose. Brant is used for flight.

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Glenn Marchand

I thank you, Cherie. The intent with this poem is to illuminate the many mystic channels that have aided humankind in their pursuit of light. The mystic river runs deep. I am pleased to read that you enjoyed it. Thanks again.  

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