i don’t know

"I don't know" like all of its trinitarian constructs - has the power to take me all the way home if I truly have the ears to here. [sic]

Space between words is, of course, where the juice lies. At a visual level, it's never quite the same on the page, even when the words are similar. The space is bordered by the vowels' and consonants' different arcs and curves on the paper, before it is picked up by the reader's voice and seeded in the cerebellum for later internal call-and-response that only the receiver is privy to.

And that call and response, that holy kirtan, can follow the rivers back up to the source's Source if I'm willing to ride it, without reservation or hesitation.

How lucky are we? Even the duality of language is a super-highway Home.

I don't know
Brahma Vishnu Shiva
I love you
Maybe you're right
Create preserve destroy
Please forgive me
Let it Be
Father, Son, Holy Ghost (Four for the price of three that are really One in drag)
Alpha and Omega