Garden of Knowing

I was born old.

In the Garden of Knowing

I grow younger by the hour.

Vaulting through birth

I lunge my ancient wings

Eager to impart, to absorb, to reveal

To be part

Of.

I struggle to recover what once I knew

To penetrate the veils of mystery that enshroud us

To peel away the illusions that swaddle us.

Hungry for truth, I must face the futility

Of certainty.

I stumble over

The wannabe's

The ginormous Me's

The isms, the slogans, the verities.

Verily they freeze

Then melt into scabies, scurvies, palsies

Scars of the soul's disease.

I terrify

I tremble

Until I warm to the words of Kabir:

"Some worship the formless God

Some worship (her) various forms

In what way (She) is beyond these attributes

Only the Knower knows".

I would taste the breath of Know

Even for the blink of a fluttering eye

Lid.

I did

Try.

Is that hubris

Arrogance

Impertinence?

I don't know.

Knowing eludes, escapes, evaporates.

I am bereft,

Left

With a ravenous soul

Knowing, however,

Rapturing, forever,

Treasuring, altogether,

That you,

Heart in hand,

Hand in mine,

Journey with me

Through the divine

Garden of Knowing.

c. Corinne Whitaker 2019

Note: Jannat al'-Arif or the gardens of Paradise came from the old Arabic and has been variously translated as "The Gardens of Knowing".


front page , new paintings, new blobs, new sculpture, painting archives, blob archives, sculpture archives, photography archives, Archiblob archives, image of the month, blob of the month, art headlines, technology news, electronic quill, electronic quill archives, art smart quiz, world art news, eMusings, eMusings archive, readers feast, whitaker on the web, nations one, nations two, nations three, nations four, nations five, meet the giraffe, studio map, just desserts, Site of the Month, young at art,

want to know more about the art?
about the artist?

email: giraffe@giraffe.com

copyright 1994 - 2019 Corinne Whitaker