Over the Know-ledge
OVER THE KNOW-LEDGE
Take a geometric shape, a space.
Eliminate the edges, then once
again erase those stubborn edges
that your mind—like so much loose
sand—insists on filling in.
Forgive it this propensity, this in-born
habit of fencing in to verify
what’s what. It likes to know
what it’s dealing with, but for today’s
exercise we’ll need to exorcise
this hard-wired love of lines
and open the cage if we're to meet the one
we're after, the one who does the dealing.
Now look at what you’re holding. Nothing?
Everything? Are you even sure
you're the one doing the holding
anymore? Hard to see, or say.
On second thought, why
look? If you look it goes away.
Welcome to the turvy-topsy,
your intro course in dyslexic theology
in which you meet the one
in whom we being and whom and have.
The textbook's wild and illegible
as a dog—no wait, a God—unleashed,
so your best bet is to ride it out,
the way you would
when your insides want out,
hunched over the toilet
and all of it swirling. (I'm the person
in the next stall over, or I'm the person
rubbing your back. Either
way, you're not alone in this.) Here's
a glass of water, and here are two consolations
to ground you in this endless opening:
You’re over the edge now, meaning
at least what you’re careening
towards is a bottomless ground
on whom you’ll never thud.
Secondly—strange as it is
to use logic here—logically a borderless
being means infinite centers.
So rejoice: you’re yet at the heart of the matter.
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