The Mystical Destination

The Mystical Destination

He was a traveller to lands afar,
Overheard a tale of a grand journey at a local bar,
Very exciting to him it sounded,
To find this paradise with treasures and fortune completely abounded.

To his ears though were also given,
A word of warning for finding this land hidden,
The most beautiful place to hold in sight,
Far from easy to get there though is the plight.

The distance to it is not very far,
But a mystical protection exists placed upon it by a star,
That no matter how far you travel, find it not,
Unless to the journey you have given all of your lot.

Dreaming of the treasures he would find,
The extremely sneaky element of his mind,
Took no heed of the warning though,
Because many journeys he had travelled through heavy rain and snow.

Having journeyed many times before,
The next day he sat and prepared his list once more,
Of all the many things he would need,
To complete this task with no problems guaranteed.

One by one, off the list he checked them,
Car loaded, fuel tank full, and then some,
Not a cloud in the clear blue sky,
All relevant parties had said their goodbye.

Starting out in such a manner,
With all the experience and years under his banner,
How could anything possibly go wrong,
With this assurance he began his journey with pleasant song.

Knowing the direction in which to travel,
He pressed his foot to the floor, pedal to the metal,
How far could this place possibly be,
To reach it, a sure thing most would certainly agree.

A day gone by and still no sight,Of the destination which he had hoped to reach by the end of daylight,
At the same time, a glance below,
At fuel levels, a red light flashes with an eerie dim glow.

No worry he thinks to himself,
All within the checklist in front of him on the shelf.
Sets camp on the side of the road,
Still he is sure he will find what he feels he is owed.

In the morning he does add,
The last spare canister of fuel of which he had,
Onwards the journey still carries on,
Surely he thinks, this journey should be completed by next dawn.

As he continues on and on,
The fuel light flashes once again to indicate all has gone,
A determined look appears across his face,
Realising he has now entered into an irrevocable race.

Driving still even further on,
No sight at all of any petrol station,
Eventually hearing the sputtering of,
The engine which had no fuel left thereof.

Another night beside the road,
In the morning, determinately must he goad,
To continue even still further on,
Leave the vehicle behind and continue on with brawn.

No worry to himself he thinks,
As another conservative sip of his water he drinks,
No need I have anymore for these cars,
Blessed with a healthy and fit body I was.

Luckily my checklist included in it,
A backpack full to the brim, like a trusty toolkit,
With something for every eventuality,
Only difference now is using my legs as a practicality.

Supplies for days contained within,
His backpack sized like a gigantic bin,
Each day though supplies are used,
Not infinite, must be aware that they are not abused.

Days on end he carried on,
Still not having arrived at this mystical destination,
Now though for him arrived the moment,
Where his supplies had come to be a critically low component.

A question posed internally within,
Carry on or give up entirely on this dream,Giving up though would feel so wrong,
The allure of this mystical place being far too strong.

A final decision he made to carry on,
To find this wonderful and mystical destination,
He hoped deep inside somehow,
“This destination I will find”, he loudly did avow.

And so slowly he continued on,
To find that elusive mystical destination,
Days went by, no supplies, naught left,
Or so he thought, ignoring this, onwards he pressed.

Then came back into his perception,
The words he had heard at the journey’s conception,
That his goal would finally be got,
Once to this journey he had given all of his lot.

Realising this he still could not see,
What more he possibly had left to give to this journey,
That which he carried upon his back,
He left behind for lack of strength, not once looking back.

Now he arrived at the point,
No strength in muscle or even in joint,
Brought to his very hands and knees,
No longer able to walk upright like the surrounding trees.

Dragging himself still further on,
In search of this elusive mystical destination,
He sincerely began to consider,
That perhaps this journey was a plan to make travellers the wild beasts’ dinner.

Eventually though did he come,
To a complete stop before ever seeing his destination,
Nothing left to give anymore,
Not even a breath or alternative avenue to explore.

No more things left on the list,
Not a drop of water for his lips to even kiss,
No plan to see and no way out,
Different from all of his other journeys, without a doubt.

Lying on his back, staring at the sky,
He slowly comes to the realisation that this is where he will die,
It all seems like a terrible lie,
He gave everything and still no mystical destination in the pupil of his eye.

Then, out of the corner of his eye,
He sees the moving shadow of a person passing by,
Steps approaching him he hears,
As a beautiful woman in his range of vision appears.

She asks him kindly what he is doing,
On the floor appearing to her to be in ruin,
He explains to her about the mystical place,
She replies in kind, that together to there they will race.

A disheartened tone from the man below,
Explains to her that his wish is that he would like to go,
But nothing left he has to give,
Not even a breath, on her own onwards to travel, she must forgive.

Responding in kind, she says to him,
She knows of the journey he has been travelling,
For she, from the same town as him did leave,
Only difference, she already knew the path, so travelled in reprieve.

On her shoulders she will carry him,
To bring him safely to this mystical destination,
Only able to do this she is,
Because he gave everything he had to this journey of his. 

She looks down and smiles to him,
Knowing that this journey has cleansed him from within,
So sure of himself before he was,
With lists and experiences from journeys, always met on his returns with applause.

Now though he has given his all,
Come to understand Life because he was forced to crawl,
This woman, not ordinary appears to the eyes,
Her aura unmistakably holds the presence of someone wise.

Bending down, she looks in his eyes,
Saying, “Come, let’s go find your prize”,
Softly, gently, she lifts him up,
From the ground, upon her shoulder, still even higher-up.

As he reaches the height of her shoulder,
Suddenly all around him unfolds this place of which he told her,
Only a moment before where there was nothing,
Now full of forests and lakes, and a sense of pure loving.

He starts to understand deep within,
This mystical woman part of the destination,
That magical protection provided by the star,
Made this mystical destination appear to him to be so very far.

This trip which he thought was to a land afar,
All along though, he never really even needed a car,
The mystical destination right there it was,
At the start of the journey, but hidden by powerful laws.

Not one more motion does he take,
As he is laid down beside a vast and open lake,
In pure splendour through his eyes,
It is in this moment he knows that without hesitation happy he is to die.

What lies before so pure and true,
The destination which all other journeys lead to,
Tears stream down across his face,
As he looks to the star and her eyes hug him with a warm embrace.

This blissful peace felt deep within,
Causes a process inside him of letting go to begin,
A feeling so utterly indescribable,
The very foundation of his being begins to dismantle.

As he begins to let go,
Her voice sounds out, moves through him like an echo,
His journey is not finished yet,
For destiny has one more task for him to beget.

To the land he must return,
To tell others of this mystical destination,
He longs to stay here and dissolve,
But deep down he knows that this responsibility is something he cannot absolve.

Before leaving he asks her name,
She replies in earnest that they are one and the same,
When the time approaches and is right,
Reunited with pure love will be the end of his plight.

And so this man returns from where,
He came before, only now with a story to bear,
He sits around all day like a beggar,
Waiting for someone to approach him who is searching for something better.

Deep down inside he longs to be,
Back with the star, roaming free,
That brief moment which did transpire,
The only compensation to do this task that he could ever require.

Meditation For The Poem