another_mystery @another_mystery

There are many mysteries that
we cannot pretend do not exist

Like the deep veins of currents
that course far beneath our feet
and why they sometimes spiral up
and pull down lightning from the sky

Or the connection of one's casted away mind to
another, when thoughts pass like
postcards over great distances

Or the genesis of the master/slave
structure of all the great cultures

Or why one painting sings
while another hangs silent

Or why the sphere
is the perfect form
in the vastness of enigmatic space

Or how an early spring morning
can ravish the soul, or a slight from
a stranger can suck light from a day

Mystery is the wind that fills the
forward sails, without it we sit
dead calm in the sea of the known