blessed are those who know nothing for certain

 

Bill Viola - Firewoman, 2005

 

blessed are those who know nothing for certain,
whose curiosity keeps them beyond the claws of conclusion,
who seek as an impulse of wonderment rather than for gain,
who question everything the pundits proclaim as truth;

whose questions deliver them, willingly or not,
to the fiery face of the Unnameable, and
who find the courage to keep a β€œyes” alive in spite of terror;
who come back speechless and trembling with gratitude

blessed are those for whom the encounter enlivens a capacity
and a willingness to hold both hands out to the world
(one to hold grief, the other, gratefulness)
for their heart knows the two as one;

who, without choice, stand naked in knowingness;
whose fulfilment is refreshed with every breath;
who are quietly content (which is not to say inert or passive)
in spite of all that life appears to heave at them

blessed are those who know these contented ones,
who count them among their friends and neighbours,
who seek them out for their simple wisdom, knowing
they have nothing to spin or sell – nothing to bestow
other than their crazy head-shaking heart-healing joy:

innocent – ingenious – immanent

 


Image: Bill ViolaFirewoman, 2005. Detail from video/sound installation.


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10 thoughts on “blessed are those who know nothing for certain

    1. Thank you Manfred – I’m behind with responding to comments to this post (other than the ‘lazy-like’ option), but please know that your three little words are deeply appreciated. πŸ™‚

  1. ” knowing they have nothing to spin or sell – nothing to bestow
    other than their crazy head-shaking heart-healing joy:”
    I notice I still find myself peddling stuff – and then I remember that the potential customer already has it
    and more than often, there are giggles

    1. Dear Nina – the urge to share this joy is natural. It’s when the urge gets organised by a mind that thinks it is ‘onto something’ that it can oh-so-subtly turn to its advantage that the myth of separation arises, again.
      Yes, just to notice, and have a good giggle… that’s all it takes to free-fall back (wrong word) into all-that-is. ❀

    1. Dear Cara – I love it too, just the way it wrote itself down.
      Perhaps the chords vibrate because there’s only One ‘thing’ (wrong word) happening here and you are onto it too. Totally.
      Thank you for sharing. I appreciate your words so much. ❀

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