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Beyond
Understanding.
The rational mind and memories
Instilled from founts of wisdom
So why do I balk when I face the fork?
On the only track that’s random?
Not science-based or readily known
Sceptics go wild with glee.
Mysticism, they purport, is a kind of sport.
That has no substance, they all agree.
And is beyond understanding.
Questions without answers
And will more knowledge advance us
A trick or ruse designed by chancers
Mythical mysteries of being
And ways I try to relate
Is it a myth or a quick whiff?
Or part of the truth that’s there to collate.
A sixth sense or intuition
Can guide me from harm’s way
I bypassed in the night
And keep my stressors at bay.
It 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, then found
I reach out through the breeze.
© David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
