Mystery has a feminine connotation.
In contrast to History
It holds optimism, secrecy maybe, the unseen.
Those that know are mystics
Those who wonder, considered lost.
But contrary, to be lost is not
Just not saved, but hidden.
It happens in the dark of night
The daughter of the One
Shines to those who seek to learn the light.
Mystery
It’s what happens in the mind of those who create the script.
History
Is that which has already been written
Already been rehearsed and performed.
That which hosts the creation.
Those of the day
She has only granted knowledge at certain degrees
In which to know the origin.
Who knew that over the seas of surface
The reflection of the Son
Permeates all that is above and penetrates that which is below and within.
It is rebirth and regeneration to be alive and to be born again
In every degree of that which we exist.
The child of the mother
The child of the father.
They are to become as their source.
In every story, by every name I plea that you recognize it’s pattern.
You are what guides you, but in full perspective and acknowledgement.
In realizing all that is you
You become what is fully developed.
Live in your day and love in your night.
Both experiences are to be
In order to complete each existence in full.
Create your dream, and perform to each beat, each note.
And when it becomes your turn to be a mother or a father
Play your role.
And guide that which becomes you.
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