Mystery

My dreams
are a mystery.
Random scenes, unknown places
peopled by strangers,
Fleeting fragments and snippets and symbols,
always in colour
but their meanings obscure.

Hypocrisy
Is a mystery.
Religion and politics,
the greatest perpetrators
of the pervasive iniquity of inequality,
Claiming to be the devout espousers and protectors
of noble causes.

Cruelty
Is a mystery.
Ugly, unnecessary
Incomprehensible, inexplicable,
Inexcusable.

Spring
Is a mystery.
The annual joy of rebirth and transformation,
renewal and blossoming,
Out of cold dry seeming lifelessness
Budding, burgeoning, irrepressible life,
Green shoots bursting from dead wood,
The transmutation of bare earth
into the shapes and colours and perfumes
Of renewal.
Eternally life affirming.

Life is a
Mystery.
We solve it
By living it.