Mystic
In my mind afloat
Drifts a mysterious small boat,
Lulled along
In contemplative song,
Upon a magnificent sea -
The far reaching ends of it all
That give quiet call,
Are far beyond me.
It all moves like waves wended,
And dreams rended,
Flowing into a vague speculation
Toward the acquisition of the ineffable;
Yet, ever accompanied by a fear
Of being unable to find the unsubvertible.
- I row - I go - for I must
Somehow know, and find
The place, the time,
That distant - near land, with
No more groping, nor grasping,
For lasting love, or the guiding hand of man.
Life has a mystic pulse
That touches all the earth,
Mystery has a meaning
Filled with unfathomable worth.
A mystic castaway resides
On an island in my mind,
Awaiting - and bringing - an appointed purpose,
Beyond the bonds of brains and time.
Speaking words of truth
- perhaps foreign to me -
A lavish love language
Of the truly free.
The translation to be found
When the captives are unbound;
The compass, the map,
The forward motion
That keeps me from turning back.
These living esoteric laments
Reveal great Beauty to my heart
- often blended within sadness -
Found in the metaphoric ways of nature and art.
It all gets to me
In the mystery I feel, of
A flowing vision,
In a world nearly surreal.
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poem by Smoky Hoss
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