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