Man Is The Mystery .

P O E T R Y / 05-01-2023.

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Man is the mystery,

For all and for himself as well,

Though he discovers many,

Undiscovered remains the self!

It never occurs to him,

To find out the mystery,

Of what or who is he, -himself,

And he goes on finding,

Those Innumerable others.

He may search out the whole world,

May never come to know Who he is!

So sure of what or who is he,

So unsure of oneself though,

It never occurs to him to know!

Quite unaware of what thought is,

He believes that he thinks!

Though thoughts come and go,

Keep repeating, to and fro,

Yet another hidden at the core,

Is the secret hidden,

The deepest more.

That hidden thought in the mind,

Is but truly itself the mind!

Utters not even the word "I",

Enables all other thoughts fly.

Riding upon this single "I".

All roam about in the mind.

Every single thought claims authority,

In the process is but lost the brevity.

Of the essence that is the core "I",

That is never really a thought,

But a sense deep and high!

That sense is the very real Self,

Truth Whole, Sole, Holy, Sacred.

If and When one gives attention,

It reveals itself without mention.

Then one realizes, Who one is,

And one realizes What he is.

Then one knows without doubt,

What is the Reality, what is Truth.

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