Knowing And Unknowing Poem by Wojja Fink

I sometimes wish, I didn’t know a thing,
For when I sit in this unknowingness;

It’s an oasis of peace
Sunsets of brilliant wonder

Cast upon the sky
Wisps of clouds and colours

I or no man could ever paint.
How far the way home

In this land of emptiness,
Where I do nothing

Yet words appear from some horizon.
I hear them coming like the postman

Here is a poem of joy
Assume it though you have it not

Should your thoughts weigh upon you
Wrap them in joy

In your internal sunrise.

A thousand joys will be yours
Unspeakable treasures I will bring you
In this land of unknowingness

That no one knows, save in the silence
Of the distillery in the mind
Where no footprints fall
On invisible air

Nor hand or eye or ear
Could shake the peace
That extends in all directions

West east north south
Contained in a circumference
Of unfamiliar singularity

You could laugh till
The cows come home
At man’s follies,
Think one thought
And you are amongst them,
The oasis a distant memory.