Sep. 12, 2025
I sleep, thinking that I am dead tired!
And in the middle of the night, I wake up to find:
I am a sorrowful mystery!
I am true!
Not a figment of imagination
But truly a presence on this planet.
But, true?
I find myself a pack of lies
Built on a wall of lies
Ready to collapse at any whiff of a wind!
But I am a sorrowful mystery!
Walking, fancifully thinking I am happy
But finding myself wretched at those rare moments of truth
And still go about floating, gloating about nothing
Woe is me, a pathetic, sorrowful mystery
Not even realising that I am a sorrowful mystery!
But I am joyous mystery!
Going about cheering myself and cheering others
In spite of the lies around me
In spite of the sorrows around me
Because I am! In spite of all the odds, on this beautiful Common Home
Which forgets sorrows and rolls on, moves on
Bringing a different cheer every season - hot and cold, warm and cool.
Oh I am gonna be a glorious mystery!
Yes, I can, in spite of the odds
Wrap the sorrowful in a sheath of joy
Clear the mass and mess of lies, ringing the hard wretchedness in truth
And still find I can be joyful
Because, in spite of my rebelling thoughts
I BELIEVE and HOPE I am born to be glorious in yarning joy from the threads of sorrows
Ever re-creating myself anew.
