The best things worth knowing are unknowable;
they are beyond human comprehension.
What my heart feels my mind is unable to communicate;
Only to hold you and kiss you comes close.
Objects
and subjects
are appearances~
Appearances arise
for no one~and
the arising cannot
be understood
without one to
understand~
Yet understanding
appears along with
objects and subjects~
Unknowable simplicity~~??
Space, the vast unknowable
theories abound...
Not all are telescopable
What's happening
And not happening
Simultaneously
Is the appearance
Of the ordinary and
Is unknown and
Unknowable..the
Ordinary unknowable...
A Path Unknowable
every thought we harbour
every choice we make
can lead us on a journey
we’re not sure we should take
for roads in life are mostly
unknowing of journey’s end
and the merest deviation
another fork or bend
is always waiting somewhere
as surely as the day
an impasse an uncertainty
a questioning of the way
though the pathways that we’re taking
may seem that they are fated
each decision is a conscious one
not randomly created
know the road you travel
has been walked upon before
by others who have passaged
seen what lies behind each door
wherever you may journey
to whatever you aspire
keep close all those who know your heart
safe haven when you tire
Wazza
In the middle of the mess, frightful loss:
wonder of wonders (!): quality of mercy
--- Mythologem of Mythologems ---
sudden succor reappears once again.
Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are creatures in wonder and uncertainty.
We make all our heavens and hells.
This edge of possibility, where we search
uncharted interstellar dimensions,
the wormholes and blackholes
beyond our comprehension.
Intelligent maker of such things,
If it is evident anywhere,
then, we are surely too small to know.
Does it drift through space like
an unmoored ghostship or
is it the confluence of
universal consciousness,
the essence of intention?
Is this universe alone, or
just a branch of many on a tree?
Are we here by blueprint or
merely coincidental?
Are we a rough draft, or
Are we an objective?
It is hidden in the rain,
hidden in the particles of pebbles.
Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are actualities in stupefaction on ambiguities.
We fill our voids with heavens and hells.
Yes, we are tireless seekers
poised on the precipice of the unknowable.
Scriptures say God's unknowable,
unless His will does enable,
for which our heart must be steady,
thoughts rested and then we're ready
to imbibe magnetism sublime,
surrendering, to upwards climb,
receptive to receiving grace,
beholding God then, face to face,
seen in clear sight as soft white light,
bestowing bliss, to heart's delight.
Let's self-limit not, God search quest,
for He’s seen when thoughts are at rest,
if heart be pure, free from desire,
we become That, we did aspire.
Soul's transmuted, we are the flame ~
God's living light, our claim to fame.
01-November-2022
Pen scribbles incantation
As the writing reveals itself suddenly
Reveling thought unburdens its borrowed code
Bodies dance to release their outpouring presence
Humanly, we wait
A readership to hawk the landscape
And trot out footsteps in koans
As in dreams, I drift
Authorial indeterminate
Nouns now shown as shackles-
Verbs take the crown
Unmistakably like Buddhist paradigm
All wood chopping simply no chopper
The self of no-self
Natures's embodiment
Writing embraces All
Soul at the beginning of whirpool
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