It appears I was wrong
about so many things.
I thought I needed
to know and understand
I thought knowing would save me
from my pain and confusion
'if I only knew'!
But somehow the
empty space of existence
swallowed my mind
and any knowing
deserted me along
with my need for it.
The empty space of existence
is a place of rest and completion
and even without the knowing,
that is more than enough.
