no knowing

in this waking life
i don't know what to do
when the mind is quiet
there is no knowledge
no knower

everything seems foreign
i do not understand it
yet it is a part of us

we are one
no parts
no parting
always unified
no unity
without separation, how can somethings
come together?

the courage to die
mystics wrote the scriptures!
they can not be taken at face value
instead, find the scripture that is not written
anywhere
one source, many poets
all swaying in the same breeze
all blowing

now i vanish
and float away from nowhere