What do I know about the world?
Only stories, truths or dramas,
what bears repeating.
Something I know now,
about entering the dark closet of the mind
silently
and letting the will speak as water
that seeks the lowest point.
Without words it falls, saying, there you are.
As entering a thermal pool
I put my body and heart in the hands
of the unnameable
and let striving dissolve
among the heat and ripples
and the softness of silt.
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