I fall upon the sword of wisdom Only to discover that all is random Forced to ponder the possibility That what I know Isn't what I really know It is only a reflection of What I might know If I knew how to know what is
Continuing on with the thesis that No one truly knows anything Except what they think they know I measure with a ruler and realize That I don't know if I measure correctly Because I did not create the ruler Nor did I create the means By which we measure
I must now question what I've learned If all other inventions are really true Since I myself did not invent them In theory I don't know anything that is Original of my own except that which I have been taught from the day I was born Which leaves me feeling most forlorn I don't know what to know or what to scorn
Must I then trust in what went before Is it true there is nothing new under the sun. After all this time am I to believe Solomon
the wisest soul I ever knew taught me that "you know what you know when you need to know it - and there's a lot you'll never know." this poem reminded me of his wisdom and inspires me to honor the truth he lived and that you have echoed here. thank you! Dawn
From my little place within the universe, I would say that we know everything...we just have to listen for the voice. I will also say that no one else knows what you know from your perspective, but they, too, have the ability to know everything...ok now I have confused even myself...I think. LOL
Take care,
Sherry
when it comes down to it, it all depends which sun you live under ...
interesting query ...
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2005
Very Very good Eileen. Thoughts right from my head. I love this one of them tounge twister brain teasers that make so much sense.
Superb!! Absolutely Magnificent!
Tracey xoox (c :)
Very interesting, Eileen. It can drive you crazy, like thinking about the universe and who made God. I do believe we have thought that are original to us. Something we've never heard before. The only thing is, is that a bajillion other people have had the same "original" thought.
Okay, now that I am confused, maybe I should take a drink or hit, both of which I do only rarely, just to understand...better to write what some don't understand, therein you will know where you are coming from, but maybe not the direction you are going...? Ed
seems we are both in a pondering mood tonight :) I've had these thoughts too about pretty much everything...the only things that people truly know are what exists in their own reality...unfortunately everyone has a different perception of reality. Great write Eileen :) ~Danielle
This poem flows on through the cavern of my mind echoing the
sound of dew drops of wisdom into the thirsty heart of my soul!
"All We Know Is What We Don't Know" when the dues of Poetry are
duly paid, but from the voice of my heart I hear a mellifluous
THANK YOU POET FOR LETTING THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUR ART AND KNOWLEDGE
CASCADE BEAUTY AND WONDERS THROUGH
ITS LETTERS OF WISE GLOW OVER
THE MINDS OF YOUR READERS.
Continuing on with the thesis that
No one truly knows anything
I think that might be true, Tiger Lily, but I guess I really don't know!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2005
Okay, now that you have totally confused me I will go lie down now. What happened to the other poem?
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2005
Blimey I have the same kinda thoughts.
We are plopped here and just have to get on with it.
Only hand book being the bible. Else there is no ceiling or floor in life..
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Well written, to the point, you don't avoid the tough questions. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
Your poem is a worthwhile pondering, asking questions
we sometimes wish to avoid. Well-done Eileen!
Love & Light,
Joseph
Take care,
Sherry
interesting query ...
Superb!! Absolutely Magnificent!
Tracey xoox (c :)
I should have been glad I knew it then.
But I'm glad of what I know now
is what I thought didn't know then
that I would now know of what I knew.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
love and peace, Carole
This poem flows on through the cavern of my mind echoing the
sound of dew drops of wisdom into the thirsty heart of my soul!
"All We Know Is What We Don't Know" when the dues of Poetry are
duly paid, but from the voice of my heart I hear a mellifluous
THANK YOU POET FOR LETTING THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUR ART AND KNOWLEDGE
CASCADE BEAUTY AND WONDERS THROUGH
ITS LETTERS OF WISE GLOW OVER
THE MINDS OF YOUR READERS.
I have read "All We Know Is What We Don't Know".
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
In gratitude and reverent admiration.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
No one truly knows anything
I think that might be true, Tiger Lily, but I guess I really don't know!
We are plopped here and just have to get on with it.
Only hand book being the bible. Else there is no ceiling or floor in life..