The
Mystic
There is a
quest that calls me, In nights when
I am lone, The need to ride where the
ways divide The Known from the Unknown.
I mount what thought is near me And
soon I reach the place, The tenuous
rim where the Seen grows dim And the
Sightless hides its face.
~I have ridden the wind, I have ridden
the sea, I have ridden the moon and
stars. I have set my feet in the stirrup
seat Of a comet coursing Mars. And everywhere
Thro' the earth and air My thought speeds,
lightning-shod, It comes to a place
where checking pace It cries, "Beyond
lies God!"~
It calls me out of the darkness, It
calls me out of sleep, "Ride! ride!
for you must, to the end of Dust!" It
bids -- and on I sweep To the wide outposts
of Being, Where there is Gulf alone
-- And thro' a Vast that was never passed
I listen for Life's tone.
~I have ridden the wind, I have ridden
the stars, I have ridden the force that
flies With far intent thro' the firmament
And each to each allies. And everywhere
That a thought may dare To gallop, mine
has trod -- Only to stand at last on
the strand Where just beyond lies God.~
Cale Young Rice
