Ah yes “Certainty” ...
that most comforting of cradles
that lulls us into precarious sleep.
Seems change is ever-constant ...
in other words: uncertainty.
Beyond or before questioning,
naming, defining, describing,
even beginning or ending,
whether as absolute singularity,
or realm of relative multiplicity,
behold this eternal moment.
Perhaps best not waver from there,
or wonder at its providence,
its purpose, origin, or destiny.
Why, what, where, when, how?
And by the way, who’s asking?
Such is the mystery of mysteries,
this seeking ever so elusively,
beyond the ever-present presence,
missing what one is never not.
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