Ambiguity

These twisted lines,

Never straight,

Not unbending.

Winding is the shape of all the paths worth taking in this world.

Even if they don't seem worthy,

The best ways are

Full of blind corners.

Gnarled and braided like the branches of trees and rivers. 

Wisdom can be measured by the
Depth of our faith in this 

Unwavering ambiguity.

The willingness to not have the answers.

A bold refusal to call the mysteries of the world by name.

Our job is to be curious about 

Every thing we are most certain of. 

Allow the floor to drop out beneath you,

Drop down willingly.

Trust in the moments that make you lose your footing,

Follow their lead, for they have a knowing 

Deeper than yours.

Question all the things that appear vaulted, 

Pry open the doorways kept locked.

Reject absolutes whenever possible, 

Go bounding past the fence lines that border the forbidden fields.

Like deer, prancing erratic ahead of the cars on a dark road,

In un-patterned movement.

We are not scientists, not in this realm,

Just explorers.

Shiftless visitors.

Every truth only half seen.