Mystery of the Universe

For all time, we have sought out, adventured,
wondered, killed and died
for the answer to the mystery of the Universe,
the Great Unsolved,
and yet it has been there for all to see,
unhidden and unseen.

Even In a child's playground,
watch a swing fly forward,
and then fall back, in the world
see there is no light without dark,
no joy without despair,
no life without death,
no reaction without action,
no electrons without protons,
no dawn without sunset,
no good without evil.

Satan created man, God so pitied man
that he was moved to give man a soul,
but this created two faces,
one of good and one of evil,
each veiled by the other.

Watch Circe proffer a chalice of wine
to Odysseus,
as a red moon sails on a ghost ship
in Jove's starry court,
while in the moon's shadow,
a lost garden turns to stone,
a brother slain by his brother,
both bleeding on the dark side of the moon.

Circe lifts her chalice, her breasts swaying,
and she sings softly, a tempest raging as Odysseus'
sailors dream of when they were men.
Enters her sister, the fair and good Venus,
planting gardens of love in barren hearts,
her eyes are meteors pulled by an irresistible force
created by the Union of Heaven and the Sea.

Hooded eyes of the serpent peer
into a black hole in space,
voracious and greedy,
witnessing the birth of a new universe,
consuming itself, emerging on the other side
frosted with stars and smeared of lipstick.

Venus and Circe hurtle toward a perfect circle,
inviting and dark, perfectly balanced,
wet and fraught with mystery.
Constellations converge, seducing brute force
like the instant before the Big Bang.

Deep inside each of us shines
a blinding arcing bright light,
opposed by a cave where there is no light,
and now you have found the force
that fuels an infinite Universe
set into perpetual motion
by the power of balance,
the energy of equilibrium,
the karma of cosmos,

and watch knowingly as Venus slips
into her gown of gossamer,
and Circe dons her mask of gold
and at the edge of a deep dark rim,
like ravenous animals tensed for the kill,
they flutter noiselessly
into an unsuspecting sky.

--Aurelio