Anchored securely in the known, the safe

We struggle vainly against mystery’s embrace

Her wispy signals, rising up within, unsettle

At this hint of change, the waters of the mind

Begin to roil, insisting that logic “seek and find”

But mystery, quietly draped in fogs and mists

Defies the searing searchlight of sound analysis
Yet, like pussy willows, softly shining

She opens slowly, blessing gentle ponderings

Inviting the tender touch of unknown yearnings

Slowly, gently, mystery coaches ‘til at last

We learn to comprehend, not grasp or clasp.

Blessing hopeful waiting, hope-filled forgetting

She teaches us to let the new become, and grow

As the old slips away, unseen, so free to go