The Mystery In The Whole

I look upon an empty page,
to find new mystery
i can engage.

my mind is empty.
my heart is full.
there is no mystery
in the whole.

what can i offer
i have not said.
i’m not an author,
I’m just a simple maker
spinning threads.

If i find
my maker still,
I will come again
with all my will

to let you know
there is no mystery
when the heart is living history
and the mind is living full.