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.