what a mystery
this being-ness.
why is it so?
and how?
any answer is itself
a part of the great mystery
and cannot be finally
grasped or solved.
chasing an ultimate meaning
circling, catching only a tail.
most mysterious of all
is how one forgets.
even reading these words
the mystery is felt only dimly.
a matrix of ephemeral certainties
overcasts a sky of infinite awe
yet in a perfect moment
unbidden and eternal
I am the universe
winking at oneself.
