what bleak & immeasurable grace hides in the unknown?

The unknown is not measurable by the known. Time cannot measure the timeless, the eternal, that immensity which has no beginning and no end. But our minds are bound to the yardstick of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and with that yardstick we try to inquire into the unknown, to measure that which is not measurable. And when we try to measure something which is not measurable, we only get caught in words….Krishnamurti

maybe our disconnections arise from forgetting our essential wildness & the wildness from which we come…seeking grace in the unknown rather than the elusive answers….have you ever glimpsed this small prison expand into the open world where kaleidoscopic color defies logic?…..surrounded by wonder, we settle more gently in our skin….

To say ‘the unknown’ is to say that what is not known, nonetheless is. But how do we know this? No matter what direction we may look in, sooner or later knowledge ends. What is beyond that end? The limits of knowledge expand into the Unknown, and since what was all darkness a day ago is now filled with shapes and colors, those shapes, those colors must have been hidden in that darkness, we say. But the real Unknown is Unknown in Its Essence, It makes Itself Unknown, It is born forever from the Unknown, and forever returns to It. That by which all things are known cannot be known in Itself. The eye cannot see Itself. This is the pledge that all the things we know are intrinsically free of our knowledge of them, just as we are free from the chains of that knowing, free in the very act of it. Great waves of knowledge break against the Rock, but the Rock remains unaffected, unchanged. Vacare Deo, the Divine Emptiness, is impervious to them. They rise, and subside. The fascination of that Emptiness, more beautiful than Beauty itself, draws them. They are helpless in that fascination, they must rise and break, again, forever, helpless to stop knowing, and failing to know, what they can never know…..Charles Upton

the lesser paradise may deceive in its superficial loveliness

& perceived conflict…

Those who are willing to be vulnerable

move among mysteries.

….Theodore Roethke

4 thoughts on “what bleak & immeasurable grace hides in the unknown?

  1. I think my passion has always been the mysteries, not the Sherlock Holmes kind, but the Universal … Andif the truth is out there, nobody is talking. Every written word tells stories of history, people, places, other times – that are truly wonderful, yet to know creation, that which we are, we are left to voyage on the sea alone, until one day we wake inside the dream, and there know we are, as Gibran says; “eternity gazing at itself in the mirror”

    • a great gift, to understand our eternal aloneness…..to wrap that around the ideal of then being interconnected with everything and to believe that nothing is ever really lost….Gibran’s wisdom for sure….stepping out into the brave world as poets do…..thanks g.f.s…

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