Here. Now. At the mountain’s highest point,
surrounded by snow like the poem’s white
unwritten page, I stand with my staff,
a sunlight shaft through the highest tree
pierces me with the knowledge of myself.
I have written more elsewhere about axis mundi – the center of the world.
It’s about the courage to let go.
Is that the right word for surrender?
Staring into it. Mindless. Egoless. Not knowledge.
Not intellection. Knowledge is full of labor,
but love, full of rest. Contemplation. Unknowing.
Influenced by reading the The Cloud of Unknowing and The Book of Privy Counseling
I am a noun this September afternoon.
More the ken uncapitalized with the meaning
of one’s range of knowledge or sight.
Today a verb is beyond my ken.
D’ye ken any cure for this state?