Beneath the Veil of Cosmic Heights

 In the ancient days of cosmic lore,

Where worlds were born and myths took flight,

There stood a mountain, mighty and grand,

In the realm of gods, a beacon of light.

High upon its peak, shrouded in mist,

A figure dwelled, wise and profound,

The Man on the Mountain, a seeker of truth,

His spirit untamed, his heart unbound.

In the halls of the God Bureau, they spoke,

Of this enigmatic soul, his power untold,

For the gods had deemed him worthy,

To ascend the mountain and secrets unfold.

With sacred herbs and mystic fire,

He prepared a bud, his essence in bloom,

As he inhaled the smoke, his spirit soared,

And the veil of ignorance met its doom.

The Man on the Mountain, his consciousness expanded,

He traversed realms unseen by mortal eyes,

Through cosmic tapestries, he wove his way,

Gaining wisdom from the celestial skies.

He communed with celestial beings,

Their whispers resonating in his soul,

The secrets of the universe unfurled,

As mysteries ancient, he began to unfold.

He learned of creation's sacred dance,

Of galaxies born from celestial fire,

He understood the threads that connect all life,

From the smallest atom to the grandest empire.

With each breath, his enlightenment grew,

He became the bridge between worlds apart,

The Man on the Mountain, the Mystic Master,

His presence radiating wisdom and art.

His voice carried the echoes of ancient tongues,

As he spoke of truths that lay hidden in time,

The gods themselves sought his guidance,

For his wisdom surpassed the divine.

From the God Bureau, he brought forth insight,

He taught the gods the depths of their own being,

No longer bound by their immortal guise,

They listened, humbled, to the Mystic Master's seeing.

And so, The Man on the Mountain became,

A beacon of light in the cosmic night,

His journey of self-discovery complete,

He merged with the divine, shining ever bright.

In the annals of cosmic history, his name etched,

A testament to the power of inner quest,

The Man on the Mountain, the enlightened seer,

His legacy embraced by all who seek the best.

So, let his tale inspire the seeker's heart,

To climb the mountains of wisdom and soul,

For within each of us lies the seed of enlightenment,

Waiting to sprout, to flourish, to make us whole.