Ease of Mystery

not that it is hard as calculus or Rubik’s Cube

but it is easier than thinking itself

not that you must own it or master it

but it contains you within itself generously

not that you can bottle it like spring water

but you walk through it like forest mist

not that you can keep it safe from adulteration

but you let it unlock you into the mess of life

not that you can doctrinize and ontologize it

but you sing its praises in harmony and unity

not that you can teach it like Cartesian philosophy

but you look at it together like the Chicago Chagall

not that it is work for you to do before or after faith

but you climb on it like playground monkey bars

not that it is hidden in a wartime cipher

but it is the peace of this tacit knowing