Echoes In The Wandering Mystic's Life Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the heart of stillness, I found my gold,
In whispers of the wind, stories untold.
Richness lies not in the clink of coins,
But in the soul's endless, boundless joins.

A smile, a tear, life's ebb and flow,
In each fleeting moment, riches grow.
True wealth, unseen, in feelings reside,
In love, in loss, in the tides of time.

So, I roam, in robes of earthly guise,
Richer than kings, under the same skies.
My treasure lies in the universe's song,
In the harmony where all souls belong.