Wild Mystic

Come,
Come into the forest
You’ve walked that dusty path too long

Come,
Come into the forest
That colorless track is not your home

You’re a wild mystic
An untamed artist
An enchantress wrapped in spiritskin

You’re a wild mystic
A fire dancer
A colorful poet drenched in danger

You’re a wild mystic
An erotic soul
A holy hellion with a hidden flame

The fire is calling
Dance, dance

The wind is calling
Dance, dance

The moon is calling
Dance, dance

Come,
Come into the forest
Put one trembling foot in the forbidden grass

Come,
Come into the forest
That narrow road is not a mystic’s path

One thought on “Wild Mystic

  1. So lovely to meet you. I followed Karen of Mended a Musings over here. Apparently, I’m not too far from you geographically; perhaps a bit north. I’m intrigued to read more, as your being a mystic woman caught my eye. You see, I was living my life, going about my business, when I gave birth to a very special boy. And along the journey of helping him, I ended up having a spiritual awakening. since then, I’ve been raising this kid and working on healing a less than idyllic childhood, using writing as a way to process life.

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