knowing

some days
when I look
deep inside
there is
knowing

different
from knowing
of facts
more intimate
than my skin

like a condition
of knowingness

my whole life
a long journey
a yearning for
truth

something to rely on

more solid than
humanity’s
fighting
for love
for survival

my way or the highway
is what I grew up with
loud voices
little victories

this inner knowing
is quiet

before words
images are born
before language
concepts are born
before concepts
wholeness purely
exists

this
inner knowingness
is whole
connotations
of purity
aspirations
of peace

is this what it’s like
to touch
what has been there
before the beginning?

“who am I?”
I wonder
one foot in each world

inside
knowing
somehow
all is well

outside there turmoil
and lessons to learn
conflicts and climate
crises all over

a path once embarked on
traveling the globe
while finding most beauty
dimensions of glory
in innermost chambers

the source of
it all