Not Knowing

Learning to rest in the unknowing is the beginning of faith. My thanks to a friend who introduced me to Panhala - a poem a day. I have been sitting with this one for a couple of days now.  It grows richer in the rereading.  

A Note

 

Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;
 
to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;
 
to tell pain
from everything it's not;
 
to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.
 
An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;
 
and if only once
to stumble upon a stone,
end up soaked in one downpour or another,
 
mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;
and to keep on not knowing
something important.
 
~ Wislawa Szymborska ~