Beyond Understanding
Questions without answers
The rational mind and memories
Instilled from founts of wisdom
So why do I balk when I face the fork
On the road that’s only random.
Not science-based or readily known
Skeptics go wild with glee
Mysticism they purport is, some kind, of sport
That has no substance they all agree.
And is beyond understanding
Questions without answers
A trick or ruse designed by chancers
Is there purple heather out in the nether
And will more knowledge advance us?
Mythical mysteries of being
And ways I try to relate
Is it a myth or a quick sniff?
Or part of the truth that’s there to collate.
A sixth sense or intuition
Can guide me from harm's way
And keep my stressors at bay
Beyond understanding a place out of sight
I bypassed in the night.
Slips past my rational mind
So maybe I’ve missed and will never be kissed
By the mysteries,
I seek and yearn to find.
I stretch my eyes and try to spy
The forest for the trees
Lost in the frost of a snowstorm
I reach out through the breeze.
© David Rudder
2022
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