“I don’t know” … such a beautiful expression..
humble and clear, warming and friendly…
appeasing the mind soothing the wounds..
the sight of the blind it is..
with its shining strays burn..
so I have to put on my sunglasses forbearing it..
dragging me to be a nomad..
I never want to be satisfied in laying every night in the same bed,
But keeps moving on..in places,
Never one pillow to lean upon,
But a bird posing for an instant on the ground,
Picking up straws from here and there
Building its nest, hatching eggs and..
Leaving it up to be destroyed by nature,
With gratitude,
Carried by wind to other lands for other purposes,
Some of the straws worn out, as corpses dried out,
To be dissolved.. thus reused ..
All are significant deeds.. attitudes..
Manners ..thrown into the ocean of life
With no regrets..
For life, death is always there..
Awaiting to nourish it..as we nourish each others..
“God bless You”, “thank You”
Uttered words unconsciously..yet meaning deeply
The essence of existing .. is needing each others..
“I don’t know” is just a naked adventure..willing
To wonder around..everytime a “knowledge-man”
About “the truth” proclaims..
Mich
