Life...A Mythical Mystery, Not! ! Poem by Cyclopseven R

This life a mythical mystery not,
But a mystical mastery;
Deluding mask of contemporariness
Clouds the mind like wisp of smoke
Spiraling into nothingness with endless thoughts
Mindlessly finding the ways towards entanglement
Reverting to the past for unseen knots
Hoping to unknot them in the unseen future
Hither and thither the mind runs
But everything lies here and now
It fails to reckon every second.
I see yonder and I remain
Knowing that there I shall never reach ever
Yet, the mind turns asunder,

Till waywardness ceases to be one
Mythical shall everything in life appears to be.

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