She thrived on her own
She was reserved
Kept to herself
She knew at a young age
She was different
Connect with anyone
Yet very few got her
She had a complicated inner life
That only a mystic would understand
When she withdrew
From the world
It was to explore other worlds
That only a few
Know the entrance into
She thrived alone
In places many avoid
But she knew that it was only in those places
The real gems of life are found
Excavated
And kept for safekeeping
In the most secret places
Of her inner being
Inner work is done in solitude. Truths are discovered painstakingly through a process that most avoid. The Mystic’s path is not for the faint-hearted. Loneliness is your companion.
