Mystery in my Mind

 In secrecy I make my pilgrimage through the world, being  a mystery to myself,

fearing the touch of the unknown virtue, is mysterious.  Mystery is  profoundness. Mystery owns its own mysteries.

mysterious is attractive. images are unknown,

mystery adds to the pursuit,  lost at the edge in uncertainty.

so deep and so impressive, the struggle seems inadequate. mysterious. The mystery is seen through  your eyes.

mystery is unpredictability,  worthy  of repeated and ever changing contemplation.

elements of serenity,  visible images conceal nothing... they evoke the mystery

mystery means nothing , it is unknowable. conquering of chaos, conflicts, contradiction, paradox.

sweet mystery speaks beneath.