In Praise of Mystery

To the unknown! The word alone,
a single thought, and I may own
excitement in a silence that prevails
beyond all realms that we can know.
Here it is that one must cower before
a restless, nameless power, invisible,
and in that bald identity a sweeping force,
pervading reason, sifting consciousness
with such divisive skill that any thought
to step aside is fast dismissed.

Rather it is there to feed upon;
So basic is the fare the mind,
however horrified, must move
deep into the origin, picking it apart,
hauling it to the surface,
then confronting it.
However that is not enough, for
honesty demands the realm of mystery
to be secure, to ride the wings
of dreaming, far beyond imagination
and out there to realize
the quest will never touch the truth.

I think it is the fuel burning
in us--that makes us souls
more than just organic things
that spurn a reach away. But more,
its quiet voice can probe
into the secret places commerce
never knew.

Ah! that is why it shimmers there
upon the precipice of all reality
as I contemplate its faceless wonder.
It must. I am its prisoner,
and would not have it otherwise.
It is as if it knows we need
this darkness of vacuity
for there beyond belief resides
both pro and con, another total construct
of creation and creator:
all that is
and everything that it is not.
           ~

Reviews

[Dean]

Thank you! I enjoyed your page.

[Marie]

The neeed to solve mysteries is part of being human, though we may solve only the smallest part of one.
Perhaps we were put here to solve the mystery of our own existence, and when the mystery is gone, so will we be.

[Dean]

Marie, who knows