Into The Mystic

The mystic for me is not something you can place your hand upon, it’s more like a ghostly apparition concealed within the early morning mist. If you look closely you can just make out the bridge that leads me there, engulfed by the overwhelming fog of daily life. The mystic is but a feeling of how life should be minus the strain of societies grip on our soul. Oh how I long for the release of it’s clasp.

The spaces between it all, the gaps where nature fills the void without mans dirty hands cluttering up the landscape, that’s where I find my soul and all that I hold dear. The peace of a summer breeze, the stillness of the dawn. The howl of a coyote, the rustle of a rabbit in the brush. Nature is where all that is free in this world comes to the forefront, all life’s tribulation’s pass away into the mystic.

My daily struggle fades beside the hope of future time spent in the wilds, lost in the promise of my spirit soaring above all that has passed. Released I will be from the bonds of sorrow and pain, going forward to the glory of all I hold dear. Stay your path I tell myself, just a little longer.

So long have I dreamed of the day of deliverance into the mystic, pushing ever forward the image only I can see. Slowly the fog clears and I see the vista before me glowing in the dawn of a new beginning. Into the mystic is where I am bound, nothing shall slow my efforts to this purpose.

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don’t have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl…

Too late to stop now…

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