Just at the moment
When everything is known,
But; from the patterns hitherto.
There then witnessing, a moment
Arising afresh; making you unfamiliar
With the familiar gorge of yester memories.
Who is it then witnessing afresh?
Which at the same instance drips and gushes
In the passing of moment to moment,
Knowing what is not known
And Unkowing the known.
What is it to know
Free of the hinges of torrential memories ?
Where then is the line or
Boundaries even, to the known and unknown? when
The known is the unknown and the unknown the known
In the hours of Confluence
Of the Knower, the Subject and the Known, the Object.
When everything is known,
But; from the patterns hitherto.
There then witnessing, a moment
Arising afresh; making you unfamiliar
With the familiar gorge of yester memories.
Who is it then witnessing afresh?
Which at the same instance drips and gushes
In the passing of moment to moment,
Knowing what is not known
And Unkowing the known.
What is it to know
Free of the hinges of torrential memories ?
Where then is the line or
Boundaries even, to the known and unknown? when
The known is the unknown and the unknown the known
In the hours of Confluence
Of the Knower, the Subject and the Known, the Object.
