In a Place of Not Knowing

In a Place of Not Knowing

…I think it is good, from time to time,
to go to a place of not knowing as you are free of whatever.
I think there is real freedom in there, real truth
where everything is new and fresh.
I think there is innocence like an infant, sinless
not yet tainted by biases nor pretensions,
no worries to pay for bills or to go to work
nothing profound or shallow
you just exist, plain and simple,
in a marginality of existence, sort of
and you become unaware that you are still breathing.
And there are no polarities, not even demarcation lines.
It is flat and wide and encompassing.
and the beauty of it is that it exists, it is real
and we can summon it, anytime, anywhere.
no reading of books, no writing, no philosophizing,
no poetry, no argument, no listening to music, no nothing.
and you can nonchalantly just stare at people going about their businesses
while drinking coffee, comfortably sitting in an open patio,
without thinking, just observing without judgment,
without analysis, just sipping coffee, just being there,
just be.
and you are not controlled by the passing of time
because you are not aware it is flowing,
because you don’t think about the past or the future.
you are just wallowing in the present though not thinking about it,
being consumed, being grounded, and being steady.
you’re not even happy or sad
you are just as it is.
in this place of not knowing, you witness the beauty of what is
and you are born once again.
there is something beyond our finite vision.
And you come out brimming with new possibilities as
there is a deepening of insight
and meanings blossom
as there is a revelation of truth
and you come out of this place feeling good.
and I just came out of this place with a smile on my face
and my heart sings
while walking on light feet.
And I also taste healing by the way.
this I think is wisdom.


About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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12 Responses to In a Place of Not Knowing

  1. The only trouble is allowing yourself to be there; and to not think of that. It is beautiful and wise-making if one can truly do it.

    • admittedly it’s hard to do this because of the presence of distractions… it takes time to really get into this… and you can only do this exercise once you are “there”…i call it an exercise in detachment…it’s calibrating one’s mental frame…i think it’s about deleting biases and judgements and just “seeing.” i don’t even know how to explain it more clearly…but thanks for your enriching comments…much appreciated…

    • thanks, Ellen…just…detached.

  2. Teri says:

    Nice expressions, and enlightenment comes when you least expect it.

  3. j.h. white says:

    After wrestling dragons it is a respite visiting Virgilioland…Thank you! I first experienced a similar perception in an open cafe on a busy street, gazing at all the movement, people, life I was part of. So I’ve always thought of it as “gazing”. Being wide open… Receptive but in stillness, within intensive motion. Everything finding its place. Perceptually hyper defined. At least in that moment…xxoo

    • nice seeing you again, J…i am just reminded of Hesychasm (in tradition has been the process of retiring inward by ceasing to register the senses, in order to achieve an experiential knowledge of God.) ~Wikipedia …what strikes me most is that of retiring inward by ceasing to register the senses…so profound…

      • j.h. white says:

        Hesychasm…hmmm. In looking up the meaning of hesychasm I’m taken by the definition
        “aiming at union with God on a level beyond images, concepts and language”. Exactly.

        Geo just commented on my last post…
        — Everything written symbols can say has already passed by. They are like tracks left by animals. That is why the masters of meditation refused to accept that writings are final. The aim is to reach true being by means of those tracks, those letters, those signs – but reality itself is not a sign, and it leaves no tracks. It doesn’t come to us by way of letters or words. We can go toward “it”, by following those words and letters back to what they came from. But so long as we are preoccupied with symbols, theories and opinions, we will fail to reach the principle.
        — But when we give up symbols and opinions, aren’t we left in the utter nothingness of being?
        — Yes.

        KIMURA KYUHO, Kenjutsu Fushigi Hen
        [On the Mysteries of Swordsmanship],

        It’s in the air, Virgilio

      • yes, J…“aiming at union with God on a level beyond images, concepts and language”. could this be in a place called axis mundi?

  4. EHGreenaway says:

    I love the idea that you can ‘taste healing,’ that makes such sense to me. Sometimes it is a moment recalled, other times it is like unexpected lemon juice on the tongue. Either way, there is something fleeting and transient about that image that is also hopeful. Very insightful choice of words.

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