Experience Existing
Experience Existence
There is this thing I experience called learning
There is this thing I experience called teaching
There is this thing I experience called guiding
Guiding
Guiding
Guiding the guide
The wordless one full of unspoken words
Whose lips rarely part
Who gestures through a slow dip of the head
Or a soft caress of air with the hand
Any sounds which may resonate
Resonate in the form of “how so?”
“Is that so?”
“Why?”
Always the “why” button eager to be pushed
Guiding the guide
There is this thing I experience called learning
There is this thing I experience called teaching
There is this thing I experience called knowing
Knowing
Knowing
To know the unknowable
The wisdoms of the Universe held with each particle
A reality of its own
Contained in its own mass –
If there’s any mass we can truly grasp at all
The knowing to be of complete certainty
To be fully assured that the laws of the Universe are constant
Ignoring perhaps that the only constant
Is the Law of Inconsistency
To know is to be a fool
There is this thing I experience called learning
There is this thing I experience called teaching
There is this thing I experience called growing
Growing
Growing
To rise and excel and grow into invisibility
A seed which nestles in the bed of earth
To reach the heavens
In its own seedy, leafy way
A being which evolves past one to two
And one and two combine to make three
Until the Tree of Life is within Reality
Physical, spiritual, individual Reality
To grow is to be one, to be two, to be three
To grow is to be the Innerverse, the Youniverse, the Universe
