Thursday, September 8, 2011

Not knowing

Not knowing.
Not sure of anything.
The world of things and
mine and thine is a mystery.

A web of labels and interpretations
has covered the unfathomable.

Cut into little pieces
and each lives as if it has life of its own.

Split from the origin
they pretend that the world is known
by its labels.
Dried up, stick like,
living lives of quiet desperation.

Step beyond the labels
and immerse in the bottomless
ocean of Being.
Always Here Now