When we see a window that opens up in our minds, is it real or imaginary?
Could we, should we, doubt its existence, or instead, accept it for what it is?
Does the window show us reality or just a figment of a restless mind?
How do the mysteries of life become exposed to us, other than through
opportunities of exposure to our thoughts?
I have seen, I have felt, I have heard, I have been entranced by the existence
of reality of extreme mysteries that some of us desire.
An open mind allows us to experience the realities we deny ourselves
by bondage to self-imposed restraints.
I can only state that I accept the opportunity to explore the
looking through the window in my mind.
To do anything else, is to deny my very existence.
I am blessed to have some, not many, mysteries shown to me
and for that I do appreciate the moments
the window lights up and is seen.
So be it!
A mystery does not mean it cannot be known, but many parts will always be beyond understanding