Cloudy and unknowing?

"And so I urge you, go after experience rather than knowledge. On account of pride, knowledge may often deceive you, but this gentle, loving affection will not deceive you. Knowledge tends to breed conceit, but love builds. Knowledge is full of labour, but love, full of rest." (quotation from “The Cloud of Unknowing” by an anonymous 14^th century Christian writer, sometimes just affectionately known as the Cloud-author,  possibly a priest somewhere in the UK East Midlands)

Stirrings, whispers, knowings,

Deep beneath chatter and chafing

Skittering the surface

Discerning delights

The  hushing centre

Naked blind feeling of being

Held

Held in yolk-warm golden safety
Stillness beyond science

Repenting and emptying

Pure love’s hasteless in-flowing

Plunging all else down, away

Shed through the space that separates

To forgetting’s nebulous nowhere

Synapses sparking in a rage of strive and grasp

Heart-darts of longing love

Pierce up like a child’s finger tracing the rain on the roof,

Unleashing giggling showers

Startle and shiver

All-wise fountain father

Flow your Spirit of chaste vigorous rapture

Love that laps

 through crosslife obedience

To the sour prickle of a world’s thirsts

Flame, cradled and fanned in fragile palms

Candle shooing the shadow

Mirror of grace

Glass of revealing

Cross spreading to gather,

Raising us up,

To healing simplicity

Helpless to reach

Already reached