poetry
Sarah Hurwitz has a Zen “don’t know” before-thinking enlightenment moment on a hitbodedut retreat. I love this.
That’s all I could say: “I don’t know. I don’t know.” I was saying that over and over again until I said, “I don’t know, but I can’t do this alone.”
It was a moment of openness, of some surrender. I was so astounded that I started to cry and I thought, “I don’t know what that was about.”
Don’t know about don’t know! Real talk. She’s staying in that don’t know, letting go. Warmth in my chest as I hear her vocal audio bits through my WH-1000MX4s.
Monday September 2, 2024