There are mysteries that never cease, Will always be: Because of, not in spite of. Look at progress: Despite progress, we are more at risk than ever. I fear, not ‘in spite of’, but ‘because of’, progress never What it seems, All the reams of information, New advances, dancing in our eyes and ears Dependant on who sees or hears, Every positive a dormant negativeDependent on whose hands it’s in.
Then the secrets of infinity: What, where, how, why and when; A mystery most definitely. And music, art The part that improvises and creates Out of a place inscrutable, Wondrous, wonderful.
To never understand? Dependant on whose hand it’s in, Whose talent, aptitude, inborn mind Is interested at all to find The answers.
Mysteries That Never Cease 11.21.2019 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin