Mysteries are aplenty around us,
often persistent and rarely tedious.
They trigger our curiosity
in the material world,
They present us questions
in the metaphysical sphere.

While just reading as a fact,
there is a Crooked Forest in Poland,
presents a canvas for limitless imagination.
Seeing it in person or pixels,
pushes us to think differently.
Nature did wear an artist’s hat,
in carving out woods so eloquently.

When nature, orchestrated by
topography and winds, releases a
spectacular show for a sea of time,
akin to fireworks and
sans all the decibels…
Venezuelans cheerfully exclaim,
Welcome aboard to our Catatumbo Lightning!

Enigmatic are mysteries
that are always in us, within us.
We need no photos to prove them,
We only need consciousness to
substantially realize them.

When fall sets and trees shed…
To the Mom walking in the park,
it’s just a perennial norm.
To the toddler holding her hand,
it’s a latent mystery.
Does the little one’s mind
sees the change in colors, and shift in foliage
as a riddle or a wonder?

When night falls and we sleep…
To the ageing grandparent ,
it maybe for energy conservation.
To some of us,
it maybe means to consolidate memory.
And to the rest,
maybe, it’s just a homecoming to dreams.

In the words of the first man
ever to set foot on moon…
Mystery creates wonder, and
wonder is the basis
of man’s desire to understand.

Photo Source: Edith, Chincoteague, Virginia, 1967 Emmet Gowin