(How My Body Taught Me to Stay Long Enough to Know)

Certainty was currency

a gateway to higher Knowing

and Clarity was expected

fast, confident, neatly justified

and yet the truth is

I could rarely find Her

not in a way that felt true

I didn’t know, then

that I was trying to name Clarity

from a body that had never been allowed

to stay with Uncertainty

lifelong curiosities

Follow

Followed

Following

an opening of experience

a slow, whole-body widening

that let Complexity live

without demanding resolution

not toward an answer

but toward space

Time

a quiet depth

a tending to evergreen

a spreading intelligence that

let Doubt live

without collapse

in shape and form and wisdom

I remember the fog

surrounding, cycling

surging and quiet

lurking shadows at the edge

widening cracks

light weaving

dancing through dimness

Time folding

folding

soft edges

folding again

an endlessness

ambiguous

amorphous

soft

alive

maybe you know this place

where Knowing and Unknowing

exist together

side by side

sometimes in Rhythm

sometimes out of step

no ground beneath

insides matching outsides

Presence uninterrupted

ageless

limitless

met far beyond the

edgeless field, simply to be

unknowing and free

no tidy answers

no clear paths

just a Rhythm

moving

pulsing

unexpected

playful

daring

alive

watching the blueprints

of old patterning

surface

as echo

as trace

Life, Herself

unfolding

Leading

Time stretched wide

we shared lungs

a preserving

of Time together

remembering Time together

honouring Time together

how Togetherness inhabited Life

and we inhabited Togetherness

these days

Clarity moves differently

not all at once

She senses

in the Rhythm of staying

in the body’s quiet trust

that something will take form

when it’s ready

sometimes

Clarity is the shift

in how the body rests

against what once felt unbearable