Mystery

i suppose it is a

mystery

how
in the mundane quality of
breathing
sleeping and
sexual orgasms

the question of how
where and when

can be
so simply expressed and yet
so central to the
great unknown
that is
life

how does time fly
where does time go
when it
passes
when the now becomes the future
and the past becomes
memory

is the future more than just
a possibility
is the past less than our
chosen realities can adequately
represent

in between yesterday and
tommorrow
then and when
before and later
lies

mystery

how does a thought capture
the impression of a passing moment
with no end
no beginning
measurable continuation or
definite form

how can a nebulous state
be ossified except through
imaginative interpretation
through art and poetry
through science and religion
through facts and beliefs
through dreams and waking
life

what if all of these formations or
conceptions of reality
were created only to represent
what is
beyond freedom
beyond the capability of a mind
to comprehend
beyond the ability of a thought
to represent
beyond the capacity of an artform
to realize

beyond time
beyond mind
beyond intellect
beyond passing breath and heartbeats
beyond experience of mundane reality
superimposed over

mystery

something deep and encompassing
holding within its super-reality
all possibility iterations of a
quantum dream

something sublime yet mundane
which we all experience directly
yet recognize only as a subjective
part of our individual realities

the jungian collective unconscious
the biological mechanism of symbols
and archtypes
the unconscious observer which regulates
our bodily systems automatically which
perhaps also regulates the functions of
the sun and the moon
solar systems and universes
the electric omniverse and dark energy
the emotional currents which
break then remake
our hearts

the superposition of a conscious
imposition of subjective perception
upon

mystery

now becomes
then
and already it is a mystical journey
into a fictional account as memory
is forced to become reality
mythologized into
materiality

the question of how
where and when

so simply expressed and yet
so central to the
great unknown
that is
life
which is
i suppose a

mystery

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