Beyond Knowing

I am
but sacred dust
of daffodil petals
and rusts of
bygone stars,

Being dances
restless within.

“What is Love?”
you ask.

“What is Living?”
“What is this?”

and
“What is next?”

You ask
a thousand questions.

“This”
is the answer.
“This” is.

Out beyond what is seen,
beyond what is visible,
is that field
where words vanish.

You cannot squeeze
the ocean of knowledge into
the thimble of your knowing.

Jump into the ocean.
Out beyond knowing,
being blooms.