"A chance to inquire, to know nothing for certain."
This sounds a gong that echoes
down long internal corridors.
to know nothing for certain,
nothing for certain,
nothing for certain,
for certain,
for certain.
It tortures and tantalizes
simultaneously.
Can I be certain of my self?
My "meness"?
My "hereness"?
My "humanhood",
in whatever shape it takes
in this moment in time
with who and what I love
and long for?
Isn't this a wonder?
Namaste'
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