In polarities we seek
Our certainties
We feel that knowledge
Refers to a position
We must occupy.

But knowing is an action
Involving, first and foremost
An arrival to a no-man’s land
Standing in the field of uncertainty
Belonging to nothing
And no one in particular…
Standing on a piece of ground
Solid enough to hold
The weight of your being.

You listen…
Because you know
You know nothing
You receive
Because you’re asking.

The fact of the matter is
That our ignorance
Is vaster than anything
We’ve come to know
And so will it always be.

So fundamental
Is ignorance to our beings
That it thinks
That knowledge must be an acquisition
A position…a rank…an accomplishment.
Something it can use
To decorate itself.
The irony is-
The more you claim to know
The less you do.