The Feeling of Knowing on a September Morning

On the way from mind to heart and back again

Knowing will often pause in my throat

And then come the tears

Of Knowing

Of Release

Once tears cleanse and prepare the way

Deep knowingness fills my being

With Oneness

With Consciousness

Settling into the bowl of my belly

The truth of it opens up space in my being for breath

Ah, I am freed from the tightly wrapped package of mind

The Mind

It wraps things beautifully, meticulously

But often its wrappings trap the truth

It makes truth too small 

And a too small truth is a lie

God-knowledge is in the breath

In the belly

In the being

It cannot be wrapped up neatly

But flows like water

Like light

Like liquid gold

Through and around

Over and in

From myself to others

And on and on