in order for one to definitely know
one (-self, -another, -ness)
must not try to know
nor try to be
but be
the knowledgeable ones are thus
indefinable
indistinguishable from the evil
or the good
or the anything else
they don’t distinguish and are one with all types
they don’t cease from exploration
and at the end the only thing
they know is that one Is
and that’s all the grave stones
bones and remembrances have ever said
yesterday and before
the caged lion opened its mouth
and filled us with fright
and not once have we not fled
during the night
an indefinable indistinguishable thing let the lion
amongst us
we rose this morning
and knowing what blood sweat and tears meant
we discover for the first time we are afraid
but one in it