I yearned for a glimpse of the mystical
And came to me
A lion
Playful and majestic!
He bid me to ride on his back
And took me to the meadows
Where we played
Like children
Immersed in innocence!
We played and played
And I laughed and laughed
Till the chimes of my alarm clock
Woke me up!
But then
I yearned again for a glimpse of the mystical
And came to me
A blue butterfly
Enormous, radiating with an otherworldly aura
It flew around in my room
Till it grew tired
Then
It chose to rest next to me
On the same pillow that I slept on!
Of course
I watched over it
Till the chimes of my alarm clock
Woke me up!
Then, I took the time to sit and think
I have read that the mystical cannot be experienced
By our senses
I have read that the mystical borders the unknown
I have read that the mystical does never reveal itself
I have read that the mystical is a path
Meant only for the tenacious!
I can help it not
I am made not of tenacity
Yet
I keep thirsting for the mystical
Why
If the aim of life is to use its given opportunity
To make ourselves perfect individuals
Pray
I shall do so
So that my thirst for the mystical gets quenched!
A delightfully engaging poetic divertissement.
Thk you Sir 🙂
A fine literary piece that offers us a vision of the mystical through surrealist images.
Thk you 🙂
The surrealistic mystique indeed fascinates .
Thk you 🙂
Inspired to pen this poem, hoping verses too are akin to comments!
MYSTICAL WAYS
All mystical diversification
Play supple
An ethereal beauty
on an unknown path,
Suitor to inner peace, and
its playfulness
Yet
of a bizzare kind
glued to animated images
Somewhere
popping out of the air
giving one more way
for indulgence;
A prayer
to
Our heart
Regards
Great write thks so much 🙂
Awesome poem taking us really to a mystical world