mystery

  • It Takes All to be All

    There are so many things to consider when being a human in this life. The speed of thought and travel velocity is become the topic of concern. Where is this madness taking us? Where are we going at such a rate. Some will always say its toward our own demise. Others will argue its evolving into a better life for All. It seems that acceptance comes more easily to some, and the death spiral is still the path of others–all wanting simply to be loved, appreciated, useful and secure, no matter what the outward elements betray.

    There is no answer because there’s no question. There is only life as its always been since the inverted vortex unbeginning.

    There stands a monument, in the mountains. It is but a flick on the continuum, but it’s meaning is everlasting. The pervasive entirety is good. It persuades a cynic like me to surrender. It fills the void or vacuum with intangible wellness and safety. There’s a medium of chaotic bliss. We are blessed with never, ever, having to know or understand. We shall always retain at least one mysterious non explicable notion in the theater of All.

  • Black Ice

    This is it
    Have to break the ice
    It’s thin anyway
    The water is very cold
    It contains the necessary nutrients
    For survival
    Stamp my feet
    Spread apart a bit
    It groans and cracks
    I’m ready to sink
    Into the inky unknown
    The polar mystery
    Of what might happen
    Treading lightly is done
    Skating is nice but for children
    My family is beyond
    My universe beckons
    My trials await hearing
    Into the split I dive

  • Artificial Goat

    “Mannish Water
    Ram Goat Flavor Soup Mix
    with artificial goat flavor”

    Advertising this?
    Really?
    Is it good?
    It raises so many intriguing questions.

    First and foremost…
    No, there are too many.

    I must have it…
    To know.
    To take the artificial goat
    Into my soul.
    Envelope it
    As it warms me through.
    Then hopefully I’ll know.
    Where the artificial goats do roam.

  • The Grand Insignificance

    What starts so seemingly big, ends in supreme insignificance. A nervous feeling, a throbbing sinus structure, a number of swishing thoughts through the mental membranes–all conspire to fabricate a reality of facts.

    Then I look up at the early April Sun, warming my face from more millions of miles away than I can understand. This perspective is not a thought, but shift of reality, and it comes slamming into earth like a meteor, a contextually small particle that can easily disrupt the temporary function of another larger particle.

    The science may astound, but it is the vast mystery that fills me. The insignificance of it all is what makes me feel grand.