mystery is a thing of feathers, flies away
on bat-wings, crawls into the earth through suspicious
burrowed holes, swims alongside sharks and within pods
of dolphins, sings with angels’ voices, screeching on
the strings of demon fiddles and beats with drumming
percussion through the blood of all sentients. mystery
the lifeblood of knowledge and breath of wisdom, inhaled
brings curiosity to awaken bright minds.
exhaled, it is the voice of elders educating
peoples. hymned in rituals, it threads together
generations, unifies and divides cultures
while defining what is human, shifting with each
age, the spirit of each age defining value,
providing focus in its search of mystery.
David M Pitchford
30 Oct 2011