There are no mysteries

We invent them

To make our lives interesting

As though the processes of human life

Were synthesized in your progression

Through the inevitable stages

Of growth, development, optimization & decline

Always resulting in the demise of the body

With highly divergent results left behind

Some are the holy grail personified-

The givers & educators & doctors & honest souls

Who make life beautiful

If you just really look

Some are benign

They just are

And who is to say

They are less than you are-

So let them be

In their solitary entity

Aloof to all else

But their own body

Some are vicious

They don't want affection

They will snarl

And tear your heart from its moorings

Leave the imposters to their greedy devices

Settle in to the beauty within-

The sense of oneness with humanity

And yet loathing conformity.

As if what you seek most

You despise in others

As a way to avoid self-responsibility