Message To The Mystics

There is this energy that urges you to fulfill your destiny,
Feeds your appetite with a taste of directed intensity,
To find these natural treasures follow the omens down the path,
To a place of precious purity of which will eternally last.

I choose to be my own god, my own king, and self professed leader,
Defending myself when encountered by energy stealing swindlers,
The contrast between black and white as significant as no and yes,
The shades in between by my aura I’m blessed.

The spectrum of light which surrounds all living beings,
Will pulse and radiate when you slow down your breathing,
Inner turmoil constricts the flow and pollutes your soul and mind,
Find your mutual space and your intuition can only shine.

I admire the wind for it’s abundance of freedom,
If we listen it speaks of the dreams of the layman,
Nothing to hold us back but ourselves,
The wind speaks the truth and the earth offers wealth.

In unison we realize our purpose then toss it carelessly away,
That’s when our guardian appears, to point the right way,
If we silence the conscious mind when seeking a solution,
This crucial meeting will cleanse the confusion.

Prior to birth we grasp the reason for our existence,
In physical form we must not forget in an instant,
If you follow your dreams with a devoted conviction,
Understanding then action becomes a meaningful mission.

As time passes a mystical force begins to appear,
Your third eye beholds wisdom never blinded by tears,
A desire that originated from the universal glow,
A utopic dreamscape that can’t be bought or sold!

The one great truth that requires your will and spirit,
Yearn for those dreams but your heart must be in it.