Mystic
I’m a silent mystic, in the still of night,
Awakening my heart, feeling the light,
With a whisper in the shadows, I start to see,
Connecting with the universe, it's setting me free.
Through the strings of my guitar, in the moon’s sweet glow,
Writing poetry and songs, letting my spirit flow.
With every note I play, each word that I sing,
I’m finding my own truth, oh, what joy it brings.
Every twist and turn in this journey I find,
A whisper leads to the great divine.
With the rustling leaves and the song of the breeze,
I know everything's connected, like the roots of the trees.
Bridging all the gaps with a heart wide open,
In this world of wonders, my spirit’s unbroken.
With every sunrise, I find my way back,
Unlocking the magic, feeling no lack.
Oh, the stars they sing in the heavens above,
Reminding me gently to trust in love.
Through the valleys and mountains, I’ll follow my heart,
Every moment a canvas, every breath a new start.
Painting life with color, in this beautiful dance,
Creating my own rhythm, I’m taking my chance.
Your approvals not needed, I walk this road alone,
The path that I’m on, I’ve carved from stone.
So here’s to the mystics, the seekers of truth,
With every strum and every rhyme, we’re living proof.
In the silence together, our spirits entwined,
We’re awakening hearts and leaving fears behind.
Seeking out the answers, in the quiet of the mind,
Aligning with the cosmos, we're here to shine.
I am a silent mystic, and oh, what a ride,
Connecting with the universe, with love as my guide.
Copyright © Pivotal Poetry | Year Posted 2025
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