Depth of Mystery

Life sometimes

Shows up as a bowl of misery

Common eyes are blind

To find the mystery behind

It’s just as a layered gift box

You open one after another

In wearily excitement

Tear it all in self exhortation

But getting closer to it

Becomes an uncertainty

That its depth becomes immeasurable

We live and die

Unknowing the layer

On which we are in life after life

We dive out to the wide space

Only to remain confused

For we don’t know where it begins and ends

We are centered by mysteries

Of different sizes and shapes

That we can only question about,

Accepting the failure

Becomes the only refuge

For teaching the heart to

Let mysteries stay mysterious

And we move on in the truck of ‘now’

Seeing the sights on both sides

And droop in to a short nap

Waking up in someone else lap…