To Just Not Know

To just not know:

to just not know, from next thought, to what any further moment holds - the world unfolds as mystery. This is my start point, my retreat from all beliefs held certain, and life again proceeds from here. It's not that I dismiss any knowledge gained, but that I hold it all, every cherished belief I own, as subject to a changing world. 

for me to claim any truth to mystery is a false stance of certainty. 

to just not know - and it's from here that life creates itself, each moment free in its expression, no guess as to what word appears next. What I write is always mystery, fiction, and never quite the same. Even a familiar topic comes in new light and understanding. 

it's seeing each moment as an entire revelation, that there is no pre-design laid out before me - and that it's all a creative endeavor happening now, always right now, without a true knowing of how it will unfold. To just not know is an open future, uncluttered by belief, free of all but possibilities. 

what's seen, the momentary revelation, is always more of mystery. 

no great truth is given completely, uncertainty belongs to what follows, and this is the promise of emptiness that stays before every next word. I just don't know what will be written, more mystery always comes with what arrives. That's the creative edge of every moment, only a little shown and the infinite always present, mystery always just ahead. 

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Peace, Eric