In hidden chambers of the soul,
Where shadows dance and secrets dwell,
There lies a Jesus, veiled and whole,
A mystic tale no tongue can tell.

He walks the labyrinth of stars,
His footsteps traced in cosmic dust,
A silent guide beyond the bars,
Where earthly senses turn to rust.

His eyes, twin pools of ancient knowing,
Reflect the moon’s enigmatic glow,
And in their depths, a river flowing,
From realms where mystic breezes blow.

He speaks in riddles, paradox,
His words like whispers on the wind,
A language lost to time and clocks,
Yet echoes in the hearts of those who’ve sinned.

His touch, a healing balm unseen,
Restores the wounded, broken soul,
And in the silence, he convenes
With angels, saints, and spirits whole.

The Essenes knew him, so they say,
A hidden brother in their midst,
Initiate of the secret way,
A bridge between the seen and missed.

So seek him not in temples grand,
Nor in the scrolls of ancient lore,
But in the quiet of the inner land,
Where mystics tread and seekers soar.

For there, beyond the veil of senses,
The Esoteric Jesus waits,
To lead us to celestial expanses,
Where truth and love illuminate our fates.