Before we understood the path,
the path was already there.
Before we gave the moment meaning,
time was moving everywhere.
Some mysteries arrive ancient,
yet somehow remain new.
They follow every generation,
changing with the point of view.
We discover.
We question.
We carry what becomes known.
Yet beyond each revelation
another wonder has grown.
Perhaps mystery is not a distance
between the unknown and the clear.
Perhaps it is what keeps us moving
when another truth draws near.
Past becomes presence.
Presence shapes what may be.
And somewhere beyond every answer
waits another possibility.
No beginning owns the mystery.
No ending makes it cease.
What remains unknown continues—
timelessly becoming what we seek.
