Mystery Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

The more I think of you
The less I understand myself.

Like the gentle brook
Keen on reaching the river
And the river the sea
And the ocean
I seek you.

Does the brook know
What the river looks like?

Does the river know
What the sea looks like,
And the ocean?
I wonder.

And yet that chase is on.
Unceasing,
Never once forestalled.

Do I know what you look like?
I do not.
They say you are the Truth
The Consciousness
And the Happiness

They say
You are in everything I see.
Still it is all mystery to me.

Like everything I see
Dropping away one after another,
Bloom today
To wane tomorrow,

One day it will be my turn
To tread out into the unknown
Going to I do not know where.
My way is chartered.

Will I ever come back?
Some say I will.
Others that it is all dark
At the end of this lane.

Mystery!
Who could unravel this mystery?

Even if they do,
It would have been their revelation
Not mine,
Not his,
Soon drifted into unbelief.

What is left is the same old mystery.
Mystery of who you are.
Mystery of who am I.

The sun will continue to shine,
And set.
In its old way the night will follow.

Children will be born
And grow up to be man
Evolution will marshal on.

Where to?
Mystery!

Today you are like sunshine
Bright and transcendental,
Breaking from the womb of straying cloud
And your smile like the blossom of the new rising moon.

Yesterday you were the storm clouds
Rolling across the valleys of this life
Raging
Squalling
And bent on destruction.

Like a paper boat
Sailing on this ocean of change,
My mind wrestles to understand the mystery
Of this perpetual transfiguration.

It is a mystery to be me.
It is a greater mystery to understand you.
The rest is silence.