Any uncertainty you may carry Is part of the gift As allowed and as valuable as Your sweetest knowings More tender even When someone unsheathes a sword The heart curls up like a spider's legs And our uncertainties harden like amber Those most precious pieces of What we know to be true Sometimes Being unseen In a particular way Matters as much as Being seen In a particular way You're allowed: To know To not know At the same time At different times Like the dance of consent With a true lover You can at any time Change your mind On & off, back & forth Wobble like A spinning top On its way to Back to gravity Laughing all the while You are allowed To know now To not know later To not know now To know later So rest freely In your unknowing
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Lua, what I love most about this piece is: the idea of being unseen as precious as being seen is the sort of truth that makes you pause mid-sentence, spoon halfway to your mouth. Thank you for the gift of reminding us that unknowing is, in itself, a kind of knowing.
This is brilliant, Lua☘️