Unknown

I swing from the known to the known
for I only know the known that I have known

I find comfort in the known that I have known
I find pleasure/pain in the known that I have known
I am attached to the known that I have known
so I keep swinging from the known to the known

When I see the unknown that is known
I say, it is magic to know the unknown
I forget that it is tragic to know the unknown, for it is now the known-unknown

So I sing the known of the known-unknown
Never knowing that the known-unknown is also known
until it again becomes known to the known

As the days turn to night and night to day
I sleep and sleep walk in the known to the known
Until the day I wonder the unknown of the unknown
that day, maybe that moment, I may wake up to the unknown

The unknown to the unknown to unknown
And in that unknown I may find the unknown
For I am not known unknown-unknown
And maybe I am the unknown-unknown to the unknown-unknown.

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Unknown-Unknown

In the name of the unknown, I make up the known
In the name of the known, I make up the well known
IN the name of the well known, I soak in the throne

And to this throne, I am born
I am born to warn of my throne and of the known that made me well known
As a slave to the well known I drown in the throne of the known unknown

I search for the unknown through the known, from the known
Not knowing the known, not knowing the nature of the unknown, I make up an unknown that is very well known

For to know this unknown, I need to know the known
In knowing the known, I make the known, known, i now see the known as known including the known unknown

But a mind that is bored of the already known, ignores the known and goes after the unknown, an known unknown, a magical unknown it comfortably dwells in

And Within this known unknown, the unknown become another known, becomes another familiar known, a comfortable known
so thus, the idea of the unknown through the known is born to provide me the comfort and magic of the known unknown
Is this really unknown? Does the unknown really have comfort & magic in it?

In this perpetual search for the unknown through the known, my mind becomes a perpetual loop looking for comfort to feel love, to feel the security of the terms and conditions of love

And When I get bored of chasing, searching, researching,
When all methods are done, when all paths are walked, when all that I have known are known, really, really known for what they truly are to my own mind, my mind (thought) falls unto itself
It may no longer seek the comfort of its own knowledge of the past, knowledge of the known and the knowledge/memory of the known unknown

For to see something different, I have to let go that which is familiar
or else, everything I see, is from the filter, through the filter of that which is familiar

May be here, may be now, my mind may come across the now, the known unknown, and the unknown unknown to the unknown unknown
May be …

Loop

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