anticlockwise clockwise likewise unwise wise 𓅓 proceed not with knowing not as in any kind of power over discerning deciding morally rightly correctly but as in the manner the position the regard of seeing which is to say wisdom is that thing gained with each piece of sight remembered that thing that does not have to make us smarter that meanders nonlinearly does not necessarily lead to foresight but is discovering a reminder not specificity of words or phrases nor cliches which is to say i hope never to understand never to know the vastness of the cosmos the depths of the seas the complexity of consciousness of you of me my love i keep wishing to explore the manner the position the regard the way of insight through sight seeing in side the path which is crucial i hope to stay dreaming in mystery in the place where we feel that which is wise is merely a channel a passage a way sign a movement a dance to tune into to tune into as in a song a fleeting melody sung right in the moment you need it most sung right in time to bring you hope to guide you through rocked roads sung not by anyone who understands more but merely by a trusted vessel that hits the notes that are calming to you that feels what chords will bring you out of pain that senses what it takes to travel back to the same channel that exists inside you the one that shows us both what it means to thrive which is to say to be wise is tapping into that which is always forever eternally present the song that says stay aware respond to the seeing shared in and around all of us and recall it as truth recognizing resonance like the two arms of a tuning fork reverberating
my love, does knowledge ever eliminate the existential dread nestled within forgetting our infinitude? what if existential joy is found in believing and seeing without understanding? what if to be wise means not having answers, but living (as Rilke said) the questions, in uncertain musings instead? tell me, what are you listening to? how do you find channels to cultivate wisdom? where do you place the attention of your ears, your eyes? what about the attention of your heart? thank you kindly for bringing yourself here, i deeply appreciate it. please share, comment, sing. here or otherwise. *gratitude to tom for sharing inspiration and kellie for sending wisdom to release stuckness*
In a conversation early this week, one of my friends mentioned she’s never been afraid of death. And because she’s never the existential salve of religion or spiritually herself, she has trouble identifying with those who practice.
My own spirituality is hard won. I gravitate towards rational answers, but often want to connect and open up in ways that rational answers close the conversation. My friend however, sees rational answers just asking more questions.
What both my friend and I share is highlighted when you write, “what if existential joy is found in believing and seeing without understanding?”