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Thursday, May 17, 2018

Mystics––poem by Dorothy 







Mystics

Some people want answers,
find them in preestablished molds,
shape themselves to conform
to preexisting patterns,
ancient myths and legends,
and thus become
prefabricated selves
and so find happiness within.

Others are renegades,
won't conform,
follow Buddha and
lay down their own paths
as they go.

These ones are in danger,
a threat to established order,
go against the rules.
At times they are declared
mad and are locked away
for the safety of themselves
and others.
Sometimes they are tolerated,
but always with a wink and a smile.
Some even get their heads
cut off
when they refuse to submit
to the universal consensus of
how things are.

These are often the breeding ground
for great art, great compositions,
and get much praise and recognition
for their work
after they are safely dead,
no longer a threat.

"Much madness is divinest sense,"
said dear Emily,
pointing out the hidden truth.

Dorothy Walters
May 1, 2018

(image from Hubble site)


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