Here Is Mystery

Here is mystery
The moment when reason
retreats before belief
The point of elation
twisting into strange grief
See a penitent soul
falling like a thief
naked and vulnerable
to their knees
before some ineffable light

Here the Adept
and the Fool
both traverse the precipice
and willingly fall
into nothingness
or the loving arms of god
Whichever catches them first

Here is mystery
Where the journey ends
at its beginning
See the squalling infant
in the man
And the story unfolds
after the parable is told
I am nothing before
I am anything
And from being I return
To the void of nothing again

In this abyss
it is true
what the poet has said,
the only way out is through
And while I wrestle with doubt
the certainty of the waiting light
endures

Here is mystery
I am only my thought
and my love
Of what stuff is a soul
beyond this?
the Fools laughs at his folly
even as he seeks
as do I

Here is mystery
The moment when life
entwines its hands with death
The dance of the soul
Escaping on the breath
All the memories
I have struggled to forget
Sacrifice them all
for one moment of true belief
True belief

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.

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