Thursday, 21 February 2019

Not Blindness, Knowing


 Into this well like deep
that has never seen the sun
I found a way within

In the self perfected darkness
of this tunnel, of this final
cavity I feel my way

Held by strengths I cannot see
walls I can barely touch in the flood
I am surrounded by mystery

The felt sense of the secret
the lightless presence
not an absence of sense

Not a blindness
nor a state of unknowing
but knowledge of an infinity

Beyond the abyssal valve
floating in a chamber of my heart
I find that I can really see.

We are never apart
there is no such thing as self consciousness
just an ungraspable, unspeakable, timeless knowing.


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