SONG OF THE MYSTIC

By

-Daniel-

©

Oh ageless Mystic, where
might you be?
Am I of you, or you
of me?
Are you my soul, or I
your heart?
Oh ageless Mystic, from
these ears never part.

-Daniel-

THE SONG

And the Mystic answered:

I have sung this song since the beginning
of time, out unto the ether did it flow;
Born of my deepest desire to share the
fruits of this, thy aching soul.
Wherefore art thou not afraid?
Who art thou, that blesses the Mystic's
day?

And the child answered with an innocence
most pure:

"I would be merely a child not yet understanding
the fears of mortal men."
And the Mystic smiled with silent approval,
and there was the fragrance of flowers upon his
spoken words:

Few are the days that you have spent upon the
desolate shores of this darkened world, still
remembering of your homeland distant.
The voice of Truth has not yet faded from
the ears of your youth, and the visions of Doubt
have yet to descend upon the dream of your trusting eyes.
You are truly the child of God, and what fear
shall possess you, that your Father's touch may not
quell?
Clothed within the years of youth, have you
come unto me: the disciple for which I have so long
awaited, the teacher unto which all men shall one
day seek the lessons of Truth.
Blessed be this youth, for he has delivered
me from my sorrow.
Blessed be this day, for it is the birth of every
man's joy.

RELIGIOUS IGNORANCE

Upon an early morn, while the earth still lay in
slumber, did the child seek out the Mystic's counsel:

"Oh Mystic," cried the child, "heartless and cruel
are the minds of men,
And unforgiving are the hypocrites that
hide behind the veils of religion.
The holy men of the temple have declared
thee an unbeliever,
And would deny thee entrance unto the
Kingdom of Heaven;
For you worship not as they believe."

And the Mystic answered with a power
that made the wind echo his very words:

Not unlike the leaves of the quaking
aspen, singing and dancing upon the wind,
are the religions of man,
And you, who live clinging to the bosom
of the earth, see not the tree as a whole and
Living Truth:
But only the leaves that whisper the
message of Life, though singing not in the
rhythm of unity that you would desire or
understand.
Listen only to the Voice from within,
and be content with the solitude of your own
awareness;
For is not the silent melody of the heart
sweeter to the ear of thy soul, than the song
upon a thousand unknowing lips?
It is true my child, I am not a believer:
for what is it to believe, but to proclaim God's
Truth with yet half a voice?
To believe is also to doubt, and to hope,
the twin sister of fear.
A knower of God am I, and need I waste
my days blindly believing that which is already
known unto my soul?
Tell me oh child, who are they to deny
another of the God-given birthright unto the
Kingdom of Heaven?
Know you not, that each soul carries the
key to that hidden gate within the depths of
his own heart?
And ignorant would be those who curse me
in the name of their religion,
For all paths lead unto the Most High,
And I but choose to walk upon each, the
path of the Christian, the Jew, the Muslim,
Buddhist and Hindu.
I walk upon the path of Truth with God
alone.

GOD

And upon the stillness of a cloud-filled
afternoon, the child asked of the Mystic:

"Where is God, the Creator, and how
will I endeavor to find the sacredness of
His Being?"

And the Mystic answered:

Once upon a thousand years ago did a
man seek the answer to your very question.
He searched the mountains for the One
called God;
But he only saw the green and yellow
blanket of distant aspen trees.
He walked along the ocean shore, to
know the Creator of Life;
But all he heard was the rhythmic roar
of the tide's own song.
He rode across the prairie, looking to
find God at his journey's end;
But all that came to him was the sweet
fragrance of the wild flower's bloom.
He reached out for the sky, pleading for
a sign of His Presence;
But he only felt the vastness and timelessness
of the starlit night.
Oh foolish man that he was, to search for
God with the eyes of his mind;
When He was forever with him, when seen
through the eyes of his soul.

THE CHRIST

And upon a dark day of thundering storms,
the Mystic spoke unto his disciple:

What troubles your heart this day my
child?
What engulfing sadness tears at your
soul, as the lightning across the skies?

And the child replied, "Oh Master, they
killed him; he who came to light their candles
with the burning flame of Truth. And in their
blind ignorance did they shamefully kill the
Son of God."

But the Mystic answered:

Jesus the Christ was not slain upon a
wooden cross;
It was only your brother, Jesus the man,
they killed that darkened day.
For the Christ is without mortal ending,
being the total loving Spirit of all Mankind.
Fear not little one, for the Christ shall
come unto this world again.
And what shall it be to witness His sacred
arrival,
But to open your soul unto the Oneness of
all things,
And become yourself a symbol of the living
Christ?

THE SOUL

And upon a day of vast silences, the
child tearfully spoke unto the Mystic:

"Oh Mystic wise, I fear that I shall
never be more than I am Today."

And the Mystic answered, saying:

Many are the ways in which men would seek
the value of their lives, and the world would
build monuments to testify upon their behalf.
But I would not have you measure your
worth with nails and brick, lumber and glass,
far more are you worth than this.
Rather measure yourself by the amount of
love you freely give, by the light that you
bring into a darkened world;
And know also that you may never see, by
the kind word you speak, the effect it shall
have upon another soul's path.
You are a child of God, perfect in every
way;
And it matters not how tall you stand,
but rather how you walk through Life.
It is not the grandeur of your earthly
fame,
But the kindness of your smallest deed
that makes the angels sing.
It is the pureness of your heart, and
not the color of your skin;
Not the stature of your body, but
rather the strength from within.
You are all that you are, and that my
child, is enough.

THE ROSE

And upon a day, while walking among
the flowers of his teacher's garden, did
the child speak unto the Mystic:

"Some men claim that this life is the
darkness of a curse, and a punishment to be
endured for all our wicked ways. Oh Mystic,
what say you of life?"

And the Mystic answered:

I say that life is neither a curse
nor a punishment,
But a rose filled with the beauty of
desire.
The stem of the rose is your life upon
this earth,
The thorns, painful lessons you bring
unto yourself, that you might learn.
The leaves are those joys that enter
your life with the tenderness of an unseen
Love.
Curse not the sorrow of your thorns,
for the deeper they cut unto the heart of
your being, the greener the leaves of joy
shall be.
The tiny bud is your soul, waiting to
bloom with the truth of God among its petals.
Slowly will your flower unfold, that
you might not become lost within the fragrance
of its secret.
And when the rose is at the height of
its beauty,
Shall you not see the pureness of God
smiling from the very center of your Being?

BEAUTY

And the child spoke unto the Mystic:

"Master speak to me of Beauty, for I have
yet to see the face of Her sacred soul."

And the Mystic answered, saying:

You are wrong my child; many were the
days when She smiled upon you, and you knew
it not.
Many were the nights when She whispered
the song of Life unto your ear, but always were
you asleep.
Be there something of more innocence than
the gentle cooing of a newborn babe?
Be there something of more purity than the
shadow of a woman's alluring smile?
Be there something of more tenderness
than the endearing look held in the eyes of a mother?
And is not the sum of such innocence, purity
and tenderness the essence of all Beauty?
Open the eyes of your soul, and Beauty shall
reveal Herself unto you.
Listen with the ears of your heart, and She
will sing Her silent melody.
And if you see Beauty where all others see
naught but ugliness, then truly do you look through
the loving eyes of God.

LOVE

And upon the warmth of a summer's
eve, did the child speak unto the Mystic:

"Tell me oh Mystic, what is the
meaning of this gentle word called Love?"

And the Mystic answered:

Many are the expressions of Love in this world,
all having their roots in the reality of the one True Love...
...the Unconditional Love of God.
As His Light shines through the prism of our individual awareness,
it is reflected to all others as we are capable
of understanding this Love...
...man to woman, woman to man, parent to child, child to parent,
sibling to sibling and friend to friend, thus forming all of
our human relationships.
And as our awareness unfolds, the deeper we are able to Love,
And Love, my child, is the reason for all things.
It is the cosmic force that binds soul
to soul, heart to heart and life to life.
Love is the mortar of the Mason who
gives freely unto you,
That your living soul might be more
strongly bound unto the center of Eternity.
Love is God, and God is all there ever
will be.

REFLECTIONS

But the child was still puzzled over
the mystery of his lesson and further did
he question:

"But Mystic, if all is God and God
is Love, why then is there so much disharmony
in this life we live?"

And the Mystic answered:

You were born unto this life, a crystal-
line pool, placidly reflecting the perfect
image of the Most High.
But it is your alone to remain serene
within the stillness of your soul;
Or to become turbulent with rippling
waves that distort the Eternal Truth,
And make ill the sacred spirit of your
being.
This life is but a mirror of the unseen
soul, merely an echo of unspoken desires.
And when the foreboding clouds of discord
gather within your heart, so must their
rains pour into your life.
Let but your silent longings be for the
smiles of harmony, and their reflections shall
be as the rainbows in the sky.
Remember my child, Hate is naught but
Love gone astray within the muddy waters of
your own soul.

HELL

And upon a darkened night, did the child
ask of the Mystic:

"But Master, what of the hateful and wicked?
Shall they be cast into the never-ending darkness
of hell?"

And the Mystic answered with a question.

Believe you yet in the fires of hell
my child?
But how can it be, that you know of
the everlasting goodness of God and
still believe in the vengeance of hell?
There is no God-made hell;
for the Unseen Father knows only the
goodness and the divinity of His children,
and not the child's straying ways.
It is the man within you, that creates
your own remorseful hell.
And it is you also, that leaps willingly
into the abyss of your own sacrificial fires
of guilt.
Still, he whose heart is truly filled
with the blackness of evil may not come unto
the Reaper of Life's Harvest uncleansed.
Rather that he stand in the mist between
this world and the hereafter than to
soil the hem of God's holy raiment.
And there he shall be, until the wicked-
ness that was his melts away, leaving only
the pureness of his God-given soul to shine
upon the night once more.

FRIENDSHIP

And while walking upon a rainbow's
illusion, did the child speak unto the
Mystic:

"Oh Master, you are the only friend
I have, and I love you."

And the Mystic answered:

Am I truly your only friend?
My child, there are those who never
shall meet while in this world,
But who tread upon the same path,
towards the summit of the Most High;
And they shall remain forever friends,
loving and close.
There are those who walk hand in hand
through a physical life together,
And know not that they travel upon
separate roads.
Yet they too are brought forth as one,
in the timeless bond of Friendship.
And there are those who are not with
you in this world,
But who guide and protect you upon
your endless journey;
And they would whisper words of gentle
wisdom unto the quiet spaces of your soul,
All for the love of Friendship.
And what is your friend, other than
your love reflected;
The mirror image of your infinite-self,
communing within the light of the Holy Spirit?
Let you take naught from your friend,
save the pain of his unshed tears,
And fashion out of them the quiet,
knowing smiles of your soul's common joy.
For Friendship is not a web to be woven,
nor a snare to be baited;
But the pureness of Love, unencumbered
by motive or desiring purpose.

THE TESTING OF LOVE

And upon a day of quiet reflection, the
child spoke unto the Mystic:

"Oh beloved One, you have given me the
secret of Love and Friendship, but what shall
I say to him who would do harm unto me, and tear
to shreds the depths of my love?"

And the Mystic answered:

He who would not love you as he would love
himself, is lost within the caverns of his own
self-hate,
A soul tortured by its own unwillingness
to be set free.
His path is dark and lonely and he is naught
but a groping, sightless soul in search of that which
he has already renounced in his heart.
Speak kindly unto such as these, for
theirs is a life of constant pain and turmoil.
Bless them, and harbor towards then no
ill will,
But say unto the soul of the thief:

'My brother, why do you wish to rob
me in the dead of night,
When I would gladly share with you
all that I possess in the light of day?'

Speak unto the trespassing heart:

'Oh lost brother, why do you wish
to enter my home by stealth, when I would
open wide the door of my heart, and embrace
you as my dearest friend?'

And speak unto those of violent nature:

'Oh brother of unquelled passions, why
do you wish vengeance upon me, the reflection
of your own soul?
Know you not, that the candle who seeks
to destroy the shadow cast of its light,
Shall succeed only in murdering its own
flame?'

My child, smile upon those who hate you,
that you may become free of their hatred and
their curse.
Bless those who fear you, that they might
rise above their fear and come yet to love you.
And remember always that you must love
even those who love you not,
For to love less, is to love not at all.

THE MYSTERY OF HEALING

And upon a moonlit eve, did the child
speak unto the Mystic:

"Oh Master, reveal unto my listening
soul, the secret of your healing power,
that I too might help those who suffer
with unattended needs."

And the Mystic answered:

My child, look upon the fullness of
the moon,
As it brightly shines upon this
darkened night.
It has no light of its own, yet
does it not lovingly glow for all to see?
And so it is, that I am but a brother
to the moon,
Reflecting the living rays of the
Master Healer.
And what is it to heal the body,
other than to cleanse the soul of all
distortion?
If you would heal another, declare
unto his believing soul these words of
Eternal Truth:

'God, the All Perfect, created you in
His sacred image.
You are one with God, therefore you
must be His perfect creation.
The healing love of your unseen Father
is forever moving within your earthly
form, that you might be whole again.
All is well, all is love, all is God.'

And remember always my child, that
the hand of healing shall come through you,
and not of you, forevermore.

THE ANT AND THE STARS

And upon an evening, long after the
sun had kissed the earth farewell, the
child spoke unto the Mystic:

"How many are the stars upon this
night, and oh so small and meaningless do
I feel beside the vastness of their splendor."

But the Mystic answered:

The selfsame power that created Eternity's
stars,
Breathed life into your very soul,
And out of His sacred clay did the Potter
give your spirit unto form.
Beside the ant, you stand as the starry
heavens,
And beside the stars, you are as the
ant.
And know this little one, above all
else:
That you are the boundless drop of
this infinite ocean we sail;
No less than the stars, and no
greater than the ant.

THE REVELATION

And upon the dawning of the child's
own sunrise, did he speak unto his Teacher:

"Oh Mystic, for all my days have I
known you, and yet I know you not.
What is your name, oh master of
Mystics and how did it come to pass, that
I was chosen to walk with you upon the brief
days of my questioning youth?"

And the Mystic answered with a voice of
smiling patience:

These are the days of your green-budded
desires, not yet ripe with a fullness to flower;
But out of a deeper longing shall your
bloom bear its sacred fruit.
And the world, in its hunger, shall gather
together and feast beneath the tree of your soul.

Then, from the Mystic came an aura of
Light, shining brighter than a thousand suns.
And suddenly all things past and future
were revealed before the eyes of the child,
and he instantly knew as he spoke:

"You are the Flame, and I am the candle,
You are the Way and I am the wayfarer.
You are the Christ and I am the man;
And together we shall be in the One-
ness of our Destiny."

And so it was, that the child was a
child no longer,
But truly the Son of God...
A symbol of the living Christ.

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