Life Mystery Remains

The mystery of  life itself is but a mystery of my mind.
Trying to connect the dots to the law of nature:
The function of a predetermined destination.
Whose code is drenched in evolution: The beginning of  and the ending of.

My puzzle is the evolution of my mind
That allows me to question
The Course,
The path,
The road
And the highway of which I journey upon
The all in-between, the beginning and the ending.

If there has ever been.!?
This in and of itself is a mystery
Shall I consider all that I face, endure, and run from

A robotic action/response written about
On the canvas of the sky or
discovered under the lava in a viral volcano?

Answers to these questions are a reasonable request
But logically a mystery remains a mystery
Not one to be overpowered nor forced
Threatened nor commanded to reveal the true unknown.

So, all in in all
In light of the laws of nature
I must be confident that the course, path, road and highway
is a journey where what I face, endure and run from is in Divine Order
An order that allows some a glimpse, to know in part
while still being in awe of the mystery of life and living

Essentially, I must admit this still is a mystery in my mind
Yet revealed in my spirit.
So naturally, I do not know what I believe to know
But I move by the spirit
Continuing to pray and love with the part I do know