Knowing

Through my senses
I journey back to a time
through the dark ages
through the holy days
through all of recorded history
To a time of untold futures
in unknown places
where many of our family
were gathered as one
united in love.

Eager to create an experience
of ignorance in drag
we created time and it’s lag
and further perpetuated our experience
into one of being lost
searching for a truth
that will ever elude us
until we discover we’ve always had it

And once learned
our newfound knowledge
dissolves the illusion
of the unknown
revealing what has always been
and will always be
We discover our knowingness
doesn’t change that which is known
it only changes the knower

~*~
05/2001

Copyright © 2001 Brenda Barnhart
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