Mysterious Moves Poem by Chan Mongol

MYSTERIOUS MOVES
Poet Chan Mongol
December 11 of 2019


Season is changing in the cyclic order
Bad times go away after we suffer.
The world looks round when we see
And things move around, round to be.
Earth, Moon and Sun move on own axis
Immortals move in a system in peace.
In different times, objects differently circle
Some never ending, some with limited cycle!
Every being has own bible in the creation
We made ours in our way, in own imagination.
In our eyes, we may see things differently
Perhaps, other creatures do well comparatively.
Each being is working in own rotating chamber
Ignorantly, we claim and declare us better.
All in universe move in a power, supernatural
One kind is mortal and another is immortal.
None crosses limitation and so is my analysis
There is no way and no science, god to reach.
We are to be in a world as we see and find us
And with own bibles, there are also others.
There is no way to find god and to know his role
It's a mystery, now we see and now not at all.