I don't know
what I do not know.
I know
that I know not—
revealed
in the vast emptiness,
where thoughts take shape,
like whispers forming into a poem
in the stillness of the mind.
In this quiet, I begin to see,
the truth unfolds, a gentle light—
a journey born of mystery,
where knowing and not knowing unite.
MyKoul
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