Shrouded In Mystery

What is this substance we call reality;
is it bricks and mortar; flesh and bone?
Will its existence, desolve into finality;
or, is it a home for God, alone?

Does a physical universe really exist;
always been; devoid of beginning?
As, so many among us, often persist;
is it also; never ending?

What of emotions; are they constructs, too;
generating lightning and thunder; their role?
They create all of life’s storms, we imbue;
for, they are consciousness of every soul.

Generations, for centuries, stared at space;
seeking the Master of all creation;
many believing, they’d soon see His face;
and He’d grant His followers salvation.

Metaphors of truth, come through illusions;
for Light is what all reality may be;
don’t be shocked over the future conclusions;
Light made the physical you and me.

Energies and matter are atoms of reality;
totally interchangeable in their role;
all mind and matter, have come to agree;
for reality is infinity’s soul.

Despite all efforts, and all of man’s study;
throughout all the eons of history;
waters of the river of life, remain muddy,
and reality, is shrouded, in mystery.

Monty 12/10/21. # 856