BEAUTIFUL MYSTERY

You had asked me

what is poetry..

Mother..

i have a similar

question..

About Mystery..

What is mystery..

Mother..?

EVERYTHING is

Child..

i hear the same

answer

i had heard

in my voice earlier..

Why is that so..

Mother?

i hear me ask

Child..

HAPPENING is

always happening..

is it not?

Yes…

Mother..

i hear my reply

And no matter

what happens..

There is still a

strange

inexplicable

beauty in it

is it not?

i thought..

i mulled this over..

i felt..the answer

more than understanding it

yes..i guess

Mother..

i hear me say

Like the rose

for the mind..

is mere dissected

bits

of tissue..and

misery

what to the soul..

is Nature’s

beautiful mystery

child..

Life is not Life..

Without Beauty

for a Child..

And Mystery for a

Child..

Is the Truest

Purest

Surest form..

Of DIVINE BEAUTY