If you’re mystic, come this way
and play for me.
Tune your strings sharp & clear
with all the pressure I can bare.
If you’re mystic, stroke my hair,
kiss my lips,
take me to your mother-ship.
Rifle me with your tough grip.
Anchor me to your bright blue.
Show myself to me through you.
Your platinum strings ring clear and true.
Play your harp, this is your cue.
I know you’re mystic, I am too.
Let me play my harp for you.
Joshua Tree National Monument
This is where I go when God wants to speak with me in private.
There is mysticism in everyone and everything.
“In the creation of the heavens and earth, and the alternation of the night and day, and the ships which sail the seas to people’s benefit, and the water which Allah sends down from the sky- by which He brings the earth to life when it was dead and scatters about in it creatures of every kind – and the varying direction of the winds, and the clouds subservient between heaven and earth, there are Signs for people who use their intellect.” (Surat al-Baqara:164)
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Every word you ever write nourishment for the soul . Thank you.
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Georgeforfun: I love you:.Thank you.
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You are most welcome.
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