I’m in love with the mystery. Can this be true
When so much is uncertain and not to be known
To this self and all others caught up in this dream?
I will not find most answers though I am extreme
In my quest for enlightenment. This life has shown
That the point of the asking makes cloudy my view.

My incessant inquiries made to the vast whole
Of existence I trust are received with respect
To my fervor in asking. My focus is keen
And I hope that my effort is rightfully seen
As a labor of love that I cannot neglect.
Be it that all my probing will strengthen my soul.

 Superficial are explanations that provide
But the least bit of substance. To get something more
Is the work of a lifetime. And I am prepared
To search hard and discover what then can be shared
With those ripe to be whetted like never before
By a deeper connection to serve as a guide.

Mystery is astounding. To investigate
Is the path to fulfillment. The thirst of the soul
Is the mission in living. Wisdom is revealed
In the process of being. The soul can be healed
Of all things that will keep it from reaching its goal.
Love Of Mystery accents my will to create.