Forever striving to know everything
Forever frustrated and afraid.
Ah, to embrace ignorance if only
As an entry to the holy.
I love it when I admit that
I don’t know what I’m doing.
For me the holy mystery seems to reside
in those spaces between knowing and not knowing.
Always trying to know leaves me empty
No matter how much I think I know.
Mystery on the other hand seems to fill
Every nook and cranny of my soul.
My desperate need for knowing leaves me angry,
Frustrated, anxious, defensive, and frightened.
Not knowing seems to cool the mind like
A splash of cold water on a sweaty summers day.
This effort to know everything sometimes heats up the mind and soul
And agitates the very essence of my being.
I’m left exhausted depressed and lost and I ache for the release
Of the mysterious, its softness, awe, and wonder.
It’s there somewhere behind and beneath that pile of knowing
And I think it’s time to invite it out to play.
The constant striving and worrying about knowing what,
where, and why is so tiring, so meaningless.
Being in the I-know-not-where can be so peaceful,