Sometimes I Think I know

sometimes - I think I know, and a 

rush of words come to 

my assurance. 

other times grace remains an

empty page, 

and still a mystery 

even as I write these few

words.

~

The only truth is - I don't know. We don't know. It's all speculation once thought, spoken, or written. Yet even as I write these words, and even as they're read, we remain the mystery itself, undefined, absolute in not knowing a thing beyond this present moment of existence. 

It's enough. 

Peace,

Eric