The path of the mystic is not sacred,
Yet it is not secular,
It is this strange entanglement of the space in between.
It is the complex intertwinement of this world and that, the upper and the lower, the real and the not real, the modern and the primitive, the technological and the romantic.
It is in that space where nothing is resolved. There are no answers: the in-between.
The space that no one else wants to look at, the space that no society makes space for.
The space that doesn’t demand space, nor settles in no space.
Not the perpetrator, nor the victim. The force that may or may not pull ahead, but that ambiguity is its sweetness,
The space, by its very nature, takes up the most space, because it demands more.
This is the path of the mystic.