Love is not a mystery
Love is not a mystery,
Everything else is.
Everything else will be dismantled into nothing again.
A thought, a word will split the stillness into a fountain of polarities.
Love is not a mystery,
It is where we came from and to where we will go again.
Life is the mystery.
A mystery is a fragment of a thought,
the fragrence of a bygone lover,
the shape in the fog, with no lights or sound.
The mind must figure it out, it is built for that very purpose.
That is why a mystery appears real.
A mystery holds us, keeps us engaged and by becoming its witness we also create its existence.
Scientist say there is nothing solid here, that everything is energy. The energy never runs out, because everything comes back as other forms of energy.
Nothing is wasted, where would it go?
If everything balances, what drives nature forward?
What compels all life to grow, the universe to expand?
If there is something or someone outside this atomically rigged experience that meddles with us, crafts experiences for us, gives us lessons, or can be amused by our deeds and grant us good fortune, we are merely passengers with an opinion about the view. If, on the other hand, we given all the tools and levers and the unseen only hold the stage and supply the lights, we can rob banks or irradicate diseases – it does not matter to anyone but ourselves.
Is free will only the ability to stall or accelerate life’s lessons – or can we truly have whatever experience we desire? I think yes, with regard to both questions.
On the “other side”, one can only presume there is no fear of death so there would be no purpose for interfering in any human behavior. Pain and suffering is real to us and seem unneccesary, but the personal experience available to us of victory and fighting for a just cause would not exist without the unjust or evil.
In the old days, we thought we were the center of the universe, then we discovered the cosmos and found it was not so. Now we may be back to Square One: Perhaps the universe does not exist independently of our perception of it. Perhaps all life as we know it is taking place in a little gob of protoplasm in a Petri dish, sitting among many other ongoing experiments in some super-being’s laboratory.
If it is, perhaps the label on the tray says:
Human/Planet Earth.
- Mystery and loss of orientation –
- Known side effects: Pain, sense of loss, anger and anguish, but also music, sensual play, purpose and overwhelming joy.
Addictive in nature. Use only as directed by Self.”
I don’t know.
It’s all a mystery to me.
