Beyond the Enigma
“A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma”
Like a series of hollowed crystal balls
Cleverly constructed inside the other,
Making a bell within a bell
For the amusement of a cherished child;
Such is Life, generally and specifically.
But what about what remains beyond description,
What is fundamental to Life
Which consciousness may guess
At but never actually know?
Consciousness is what constructs
The exquisite ball bell toy,
What sings out when it chimes,
And what holds and sees and hears it ring;
Consciousness is the whole of our reality,
And yet is but a subset of the totality.
However we describe it,
We never actually approach it.
However much we reach and grasp
We never actually hold it.
However much we try
We never actually arrive anywhere
But where we always are.
(10/13/25)
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