I am mystery

I am mystery
Is not the world and each one in it mystery?
Can I allow myself an enigma to be?
Can I enjoy being my mystery, pointing
others to the savory strangeness about us,
unanswerable questions when we want clarity, simplicity?
I must, for the strangeness addresses each of us
by name.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on October 1st, 2005 | No Comments »

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