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Poem · Day 3 of Retreat · Dec 2025

Unknown

Not knowing is most intimate. It's such a simple truth.

I once heard a phrase

That left me in bewilderment

Not knowing is most intimate

Said as if a simple truth

But it wasn't simple

Nor a truth I could hold

Not knowing is all that is

The present already behind us

Yet I sat with that and it hurt me to my core

Not knowing is all that can be

With the future fully unknown

Yet I sat with that and all I find

Is me grasping for the known

I don't know how to not know

It's a wonder on its own

All I can do with all this unknown

Is let it melt the known away

I always thought I was the known

But the unknown held my heart

So as I let the unknown be

The unknown was all there is

Melting me into itself

Becoming all I am

Not knowing is most intimate

It's such a simple truth