Poem - "Knowing Nothing"

KNOWING  NOTHING


Until I know my Self, I know nothing.
Who I am is part of God’s plan,
but I am caught by the thought which man has taught,
 making up stories to solidify my ego identity.


Until I know my Self, I know nothing.
What I think is part of my plan.  A plan
that delves into tales of self-indulgent hero-worship
telling me how wondrous I am as a body.


Until I know my Self, I know nothing.
Why I make up this dream with a blazing theme
to outwit God, is a crazy scheme
not to know my Self.


Until I know my Self, I know nothing.
Now I spend my day, whittling time away
to overcome death, because I’ve got to stay
and not know my Self.


Until I know my Self, I know nothing.
When I write this stuff, I realize that’s enough
of false ideas and insane fears.
I want to know my Self -
knowing everything.


( 10 minute writing exercise, May 13th, 2013 - by Janet Spiller)