Let's talk about mystery,
no, not an Agatha C.'who-done-it?',
think bigger than that,
much, much bigger than that.
Take the human mind for instance,
the uncanny links between twins,
love (as more than chemistry),
or say.....the infinite Universe.
We humans like to pin things down
so we can get a firm grip on them;
we like to find the edges of ideas,
flesh them out until we can see and name
all that is woven into the whole,
so we can understand.
We are uncomfortable with 'miracles',
that which goes against our reasoning,
so we wrestle with mystery until
we manage to wring reason out of it
and into a clean, glass beaker
to be measured and recorded,
The brightest among us,
those whose intellects fly to the edges
of what we know and then push ahead,
are intimately acquainted with Mystery,
that which IS despite what must be,
what should be but isn't;
that which is just beyond our grasp,
There, and waiting.
the building block of civilizations,
is also a stumbling block to inhabiting Mystery.
(I do not say understanding.)
Perhaps when we have passed through
the thin skin which shimmers between
this life and the next,
we will at last have eyes to see
and Mystery will open itself before us
with a smile and a sigh.
Photo: the transit of Venus