The mystic man looked at the moon

The shining globe for every soul

The mystic man looked up at the sky,
Like he had done so many times before.
Yet, today he gazed intently at the skies,
There was a light shining in his eyes.

The mystic man was ready tonight,
To capture the moon and its light.
The moon was a mirror of every soul,
He would preserve it in his silver bowl.

The mystic man was filled with magic,
The same cosmic force that lit his mind,
It was a combination of every magical kind.
He saw the universe in every water drop,
He saw the cosmic force in every living crop.

The mystic man was simple and kind,
He was of sound health and sound mind.
The mystic prophet was humble and meek,
He did not look for laurels and awards to keep.
The mystic man could look into a broken soul,
With his blessing and kindness, he made it whole.

This spiritual man would not announce,
His spirituality to the world for his profit and gain.
He lived to serve other travelers on life’s path,
He lifted them emotionally, it was his gift and his art.

This simple mystic man lived to assist,
The old, the young and the meek,
Those forgotten in our society,
Those that hurt and cannot speak.

The mystic man looked at the moon,
The shining globe for every soul.
The simple man lifted up his bowl,
Knowing that the universe and the cosmic force,
Would lift his soul and make him whole.