Open/Closed

I once was open to the mystery

of how and why life happened to be

and then came love to make me then see

life’s just a game everyone plays.

There are no rules that govern me

but still the small print, free-will, you see

and I throw the dice, gather the chips,

and bet I can overthrow my destiny.

But trust your heart, I surely think not

for heart is a-skewed by love’s honesty

that not now or ever will fit

into that box marked “self-centeredness”.

It is my life, it is, it is,

and yet without love it’s a travesty

of life’s ever abiding deep mystery

I came to know when open, you know.

But you don’t know, you’re closed to “the know”

when ensconced in that damn awful box

but it’s not your fault; you’re a child, yes, a child

of this great and expansive deep mystery

termed, of course, the Universe!