Road Maps and Love Letters

You don’t need
a road map to
find Your way into
The Mystery.

The Mystery being
that Being of
Love and Light
that Poets and Priests
stumble and dance and
whirl and argue
around and about
until, exhausted,
they settle on calling
“God” or some feeble
variation thereof,
when they
stamp out their
Holy Books and
print their
road maps.

The road maps
you don’t need
because You are
native to
The Mystery,
already there,
and have been
since The Mystery
burst into
a billion fractals
of the Light,
including You.

That is not to say
there isn’t
unfathomable Beauty
in those paintings and
photographs and
music and dance and
storyteller’s
luminous arts
that flow from
The Mystery
like an avalanche of
Love Letters
toppled from piles
penned by
The Mystery,
Who has nothing
better to do.

(Photo by Ranurte; UnSplash)