I was walking down by the creek this morning,
And I heard the slightest little ripple from the water below.
And looked to see a newt, as he found a comfortable spot on the smooth rock ...

The rock had the smoothness of the ages,
Smoothed by the waves of water and time,
And the newt had the glimmer of that same sort of smoothness ...

I was startled when she spoke to me.
In my experience, most female newts are quite reserved.
And I was a stranger to this part of the wood, this branch of the stream...

The newt's name was Mystery; fitting, I remember thinking ...
And this is what Mystery said to me ...

'The misery of the mysteries is a choice that is unknown to most of us ...
When we see the truth,
That misery is but a choice ....
We can choose to be fully awake ...
Fully alive ..
In the grace of the choice to see the clarity of life without it...
Without mystery, that is.
walk in the clarity of the light, fellow traveler.'

And with that, she slivered into the water ...
And I continued my journey...
A bit lighter, a bit more clear ...