The Mystic Poet

(Art work by Sofia Smitiouk)

The poet's soul breathes inside the mystic depths of the unknown

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Once the mystic poet has entered the portal into self, no imagery or symbology is off limit, for the poet trespasses onto the suppression of unchartered territory, in doing so, carving out roadways inside the portal of unrestricted grounds. The mystic poet plays with the duality of creation, blending paradox’s with insight into obscure interpretations of open ended thoughts. Through the fusion of philosophy, spirituality, physics, esotericism and mysticism, the poet silently injects vials of unknown scriptures into sentences of endless debateable dialogue. Being most comfortable with the knowing of the unknowing how, and delving into the truths that reside inside the truthless. The poet plays tug of war inside the fluctuation of the truth and the lie, between right and wrong, between night and day, between life and death, until the polarities collide, sending the poet above the paradox to reconcile the two, thus becoming one with both. The poet's do not just write the words, they feel them through multiple angles. They feel the sway of the pendulum, hanging on until it reaches a balanced third ground, only then can the words flow out. It is as though there is no process in which to make any sense of, it simply just is, and the intellect’s only involvement is compounding the words for delivery. The poet explores the mind in endless shades through the kaleidoscope of inner visions, then embarks on a bittersweet inner voyage. The fragmented poet sends the self off to explore itself, trying to comprehend itself, at the same time exploding in incomprehensible wonder. Inside this wonder is where he dwells in the land of imagination, giving rise to a world of mystic conception. The mystic poet initiates the self through the unknown shadows that have learned to dance with the known light . The self, transcends time, until arriving in the timeless, unstructured, and boundless lands that exist within the depths of being. Thus becoming unlimited in imagination, and an open channel for the soul to come and go as it pleases, like letting a child roam free until it is time to come back home, you simply open and shut the gate. Sometimes not having a choice about when or how it happens. The mystic experience is a transcendence from matter to spirit and back again, rotating through the channels of divinity. The mystic poet need not be an intellectual thinker, for his skill is to decipher the messages from spirit to matter and create an infinite loop between the two, mostly bypassing the intellect. As the poet enters the gate between heaven and hell, the self must wear spectacles of intuition, whilst navigating through the rugged occultic tunnels of insights, bringing back most of which makes no sense to the logical self.

~ Leya Hunter.