To be truly curious
It will take all of your heart
To listen to people and to question things
There is nothing revolutionary
Whatsoever about it
It’s the natural state of being human
You must write, read and live
As if you knew nothing
That you might explore
Every point of view
Every frame of reference
As valid, every formulas as good
Until there are no more words
And no more self in what
You have found, then tell yourself
The meaning of life
Lying is done with words
And also in silence
The world lies to itself everyday
To perpetuate ignorance
So that some might profit over the many
Poetry is a concentration on
The ultimate relationship
Of everything in the universe
With itself, the self that is only a half-truth
It’s the connections that are beautiful.
So true.. we are so good at lying and sometimes we don’t even know it.
Many people do have a talent for self-deception. It’s rather irksome for say, family members. But oh well, that’s people.
You ask the impossible! How can we ‘write, read and live as if we know nothing’ when all we really know is self? Our writing involves opinion, our reading rejects the unknown, as our lives cry out for knowledge! Question without accepting, experience as you explore and perhaps one grain of knowledge will become your own, a truth to savor and hoard, but no. It must be shared or it dies. Extraordinary!
It is a paradox.