Regarding the mystery

Regarding the mystery                                                                                      

This language which I do not speak,

lately comes to me by way

of the great mystery no one comprehends

and so I remain silent mostly – better not

to understand, nor speak, this wisdom

than the human, understandable points

held forth daily, apparently far from any truth –

the constant parroting of love and mercy,

courage and virtue without the least authenticity

or reality behind the uttered words.

So perhaps better mere silence, refraining

from complicity, regarding the mystery

and its tenacious beauty, so terrible

and unimaginable – this Word, this God

unutterable on every human tongue,

this purported Oneness,

this homecoming along the inexhaustible,

unfathomable, inexpressible Way.

O child of God, you regret your silence

and then you regret your speech.