The Knowing
“Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing:
And out of it, as wind along the waste,”
Omar “knew not whither, willy-nilly blowing…”
Now I’m knowing, that out of this muddle,
Indeed, it’s that chaos that frees me to be,
For it’s all of disorder in disarray,
An ultimate disorganized confusion,
Whence all sprung, banged, and exploded,
With no hint or trace of order, law or plan;
‘Twas mayhem, bedlam, and pandemonium,
Wreaking havoc upon the turmoil of a tumult,
Heaping high upon, a commotion of disruption,
In the utter fullness of the uproaring upheaval…
…The maelstrom to end all messes and shambles,
The lawless free-for-all of total energetic anarchy,
Entropy crowned the King of the great hullabaloo,
That cosmic hoopla from which all hell broke loose.
Never there was to punish one for not even knowing,
Why you are here in this world so much growing,
That become here all so willy-nilly going.
So, as life’s rose, outspread your fragrance blowing!
Whither flowing free,whether knowing, or not,
Hitherto, I know not whence, but am whither going,
Willy-nilly, hence that’s all there is to knowing…
Hence thither forth I go on hither flowing to find
That I was ever more free to be in body and mind.
It is of Ovid’s “rude and indigested mass:
The lifeless lump, unfashion'd, and unfram'd,
Of jarring seeds; and justly Chaos nam'd.
No sun was lighted up, the world to view;
No moon did yet her blunted horns renew:
Nor yet was Earth suspended in the sky,
Nor pois'd, did on her own foundations lye:
Nor seas about the shores their arms had thrown;
But earth, and air, and water, were in one.
Thus air was void of light, and earth unstable,
And water's dark abyss unnavigable.”
So it is that we the living might hereby agree,
To live a being that is much more intense,
To leap toward higher orders of actuality,
To revel in the glories of this conscious life,
To attain each minute a more euphoric joy…
And to bring this forth to all,
The increased intensity
Of free experience,
And build on it, etc.,
Ever growing;
Forever, amen
The basis of the Universe was forever here,
For nothing could make itself from Nothing at all;
Such, a state of Nothing could never be, for there IS
Something—reality that our being interprets.
This then is the secret of the universe,
Knowing of that which underlies all reality:
Fundamental, absolute, indestructible,
Everpresent, indeterminate, and pervasive.
Reality now pulsates, in real structured sequence.
A field that’s present throughout space immense,
Out of which all particles can condense—
Occurring where the field’s extremely intense.
Atoms are those bundles of inertia,
The knots in the field and fabric of space;
Yet matter defines the structure of space…
So the Yin is in the Yang, and vice-versa!