The knowing

THE KNOWING

[Jay Michaelson]

let me commence

the knowing

of knowing

the peeling back of the garments

the gentlest undressing

of this

let me arouse

the quality of being

and fall into

the embrace

the immersion

into the knowing

of knowing itself

like swimming

in a warmth

that has every synonym

and none

or discovering

one is water

melting

into a pond

like disappearing

in the sweetest dissolution

in the consummation

that is

now

like a delightful surrender

to yourself

only to discover

it isn't yours

it is only knowing

it is only is

the thinnest meridian of an instant

this most transparent love

an arena

of sky

with everything within it

we have so few words

for kisses

so few concepts

for embrace

for surrounding

for dissolving into

for the

simultaneous

merging

and emerging

or for the yearning, the coming to know

the song

the nape of the neck

the holy playfulness

of being itself

the secret seduction

of seducing itself

we have so few words

and every one of them

points in the wrong direction

so, beloved,

let me put an end to language

let me commence

this undressing

of reality

this unwording

of simplicity

let me know

the nakedness

of experience

coming near

nearer

that is none other

than