Far from every commonplace,
even the most modern, attractive, seemingly wild one,
let alone the old faiths buried inside crumbling and dark temples.
The Yogi walks peacefully,
in his heart he knows the Immortal Soul.
Only that, only this:
I am that Immortal Soul of the same nature as Infinite Knowledge.
He fears nothing, or perhaps only a little,
the human impulses, too heavy,
and the shouted beliefs.
He is calm and serene,
yet he walks through storms.
And though enigmatic
and far from human approval,
he knows, he is certain and secure in his steps.
The path of the Knowledge of the Soul.
Along the trail a small spring that forever flows…
it is difficult to find.
Great mystery.
Yogi
