when one reaches home after a long journey
after struggling life after life
the first thing that happens to a mystic
are tears of gratitude and celebration those tears i call
the tears of the mystic rose…
it was morning… there was a rose…dewdrops
and my tears falling and the rose
mysteriously
as if the rose was crying
to see this phenomenon
that here is the man…here is the master
he is awakened and the rose is the witness !!
