I know what the stone knows at the bottom of the stream.
It knows though the water flows,
it’s nothing but a dream.
I know what the tree knows standing on the hill.
The winds will shake and push,
but will still blow where they will.
I know what the flower knows blooming in the meadow.
that life isn’t a forever thing;
it comes then so it goes.
I know what the stars know twinkling in the sky.
The silence that enfolds them,
cannot be denied.
I know what I know and I know what I can see.
I know that I know nothing;
I can only be.
Not sure if I said this, but I love what you’re doing with this blog. Great writing, great visuals. I think we’re kindred spirits and our writing shares a lot of the same themes, so you’re always invited to visit me at http://www.mariewetmore.com to say hi or share your thoughts.
Thanks so much for your kind compliments, Marie. I’ve got you followed now and I love what I’ve read on your blog. I hope others will check you out too!
Yay! Let’s stay in touch.
Absolutely!
This is really lovely
Thank you for your compliment, Sharan. I appreciate you reading!
Oh beautiful, from Vast, to I, to nothing to All. I love the poem and it also sings at least it did to me as I read it! Lovely, Linda
Thanks so much, Linda.
I stopped reading this halfway through and started again to read it out loud. Really wonderful, thanks for moonlightening my day
Thanks so much, Max. When you say you stopped to read it aloud, was that a good or a bad thing? LOL I’m glad you enjoy it, regardless! Thank you too for commenting. It’s appreciated.
Haha, as in I stopped and thought: “this is so well written, and so nicely timed, I’m only going to get the full effect out loud.”
Ah, whew! I’m one of those writers who assumes everything they write is garbage but posts it anyway. lol Thank you SO much!