Mystic Man

Mystic Man One falls from Grace, His Grace, the grace of the one and only. One world, one life, lost to the ways of creation, bottomless in mercy and fast to judge, I, left alone with my hatred, am lost. Hatred and fear, together, holds me fast to my own death. Not a true death but a death left in life, a life of unwanted desires, unwanted thoughts, and unwanted crimes done to others and myself. Out of this death rises theMystic Man, not through some rehab, or group therapy talking about feelings, but truth. My truth, to myself, and who cares what anyone else sees as real or true. My small self absorbed world has crashed and burned, now I see clear through eyes filled with hate and love, there is a truth to this life, a truth that we as people love and hate, and we love to hate, and hate to love. To step outside of these two realms, to step outside of yourself, and regard yourself as no better or worse than another, is Mystic.