The almighty that sprinkles the earth with a thousand flowers benign br May the calm of a thousand mountains don the visage of your restless soul? br The beauty of a river singing and meandering in search of that peace br Which follows when the arms of the ocean engulf it, exemplifying existence br The Ocean roars and says all permanence too has an ending. br br br These chants of ages gone, this lore which brings a joyful melancholy. br Instill nostalgia for this era passed long by br Who were these seers, were they crusaders of the divinity in man br They for sure were romantics for romantics nurture belief like no other br br br The tradition of worship found a new belief br It was not heresy but the faith of a few Titans br Fighting the time, fighting tyrants, fighting savagery br Realm saw a new dawn on a politic stained by crimson br Man became God, God became Man. br br br Yes! The Mystic sang all this the song of love, of devotion br Of a beloved waiting, of an anguish in the hearts of mortals br The flowing sensuality of the praises of the almighty br Matched the longing of a forlorn lover. br The yearning for salvation was but what salvation itself br br br br The mystique of the mystic is a legend less understood, for br Less understood are the voices of the chosen few yet br Love is surely divine and divinity equals love br Nature is the form of God and the love for nature is Elysian br This was an era when Humanity reveled, sanity was revered and solitude elevated br This is what the Sufi sang for this is what the lore says.