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Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

POEM: Counting Mysteries

Posted on September 15, 2019 by B Gourley

The boy sat upon temple steps counting mysteries,
but he lost count upon discovering that one mystery is all mystery,
and all mysteries are but one mystery.

They are the word on the tip of one’s tongue.
They are the dream unremembered that leaves a flavor in one’s brain.
They are movement glanced out the corner of an eye,
vanishing when one focuses one’s mind or eye upon it.
They are the unknown, but vaguely felt.
They are an itch amid thoughts, offering nothing to scratch.

3 thoughts on “POEM: Counting Mysteries”

C.J. Boock on September 16, 2019 at 1:47 am said:

And they all offer a promise of the truth

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- Gernus Oosthuizen on September 16, 2019 at 11:21 am said:
  
  This really touched me. For someone such as mulyself, whose mind is constantly preoccupied by the nuances of uncertainties, I was enchanted by how effortlessly you captured that feeling in a poem. Thank you for sharing this.
  
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  - B Gourley on September 16, 2019 at 11:50 am said:
    
    Thanks for the kind words
    
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