You Know.
You say you don’t.
But I know
You Know.
It is high time,
Darling
To be The Wise.
After so many tries
You say the same thing –
And it is getting old.
Because we both know
That you Know.
Deep down in that
Beautiful Soul
Is the Knowing
Behind the I-don’t-know;
A Fine Mind gets twisted
And lost sometimes…
Inflated by it’s own, sexy
Fine
Like it’s got it all down pat
But we, well…
We Know better than That.
The seeds down in the seat of the soul
Burn as eternal embers,
As forever-regrowth;
An entire forest ready to grow!
If only you would stop saying
I don’t know.
Dive further, yes even further
To touch that living, breathing coal
The one that says,
“I do Know.”
It will never leave you
Or deceive you.
That intangible thing that Dickenson
Said,
“Perches and sings”
Is infallible and Divine.
It is time you claimed it and said
“I make It mine.”
You
Know.
ariaphoenix 
I think Knowing, and trusting, are things we are forever working on? But if I reach a destination, I shall be the first to let you Know. 😉
Why are we so quick to put our trust in others — doctors, lawyers, Indian chiefs? Popes, teachers, priests? It’s not that they don’t have expertise to offer us. Or that we cannot learn from them. But can it be that the more I give power to others, the less I feel it within my self? The more I trust in authority figures, the less I trust in my own authority? Authority . . . authentic . . . Does that make me less authentically who I am? It sometimes feels that way to me.
As always, Katie, you make me think.
I love it. Knowing, and knowing you know and trusting you know = so hard, and yet so necessary. A goal I am still working on.