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