Know What I Mean?

“I don’t know”
might be the three most powerful
and talismanic words after:
“I love you.”
They are some of the truest finest words,
though they often get a bad rap,
or are maligned as weak, ineffectual,
lacking in the proper gusto and mettle.
“I don’t know”
is closest to the bones
and universal lore
of truth,
it is wedded to speculation, adrift in the teeming limbo
of deeper mystery—it takes the “I” from its very own statement,
and turns it on its head, giving the egoic self a well-deserved shake-up.
“I don’t know,” despite its discredited reputation,
is the aural equivalent to breathing room,
and the clandestine lover of humility.
“I don’t know,” is also one of those umbrella paradoxes,
in that it opens up to reveal a hidden, deeper knowing,
which is why rain and “I don’t know” get along so famously.
Try saying “I don’t know,” even if you feel absolutely certain
that you do know something, try it as a humble practice,
and give “I don’t know” a chance to grow like the greenest of prayers,
at first along the roof of your mouth, then into the black of your throat,
and before you know it your soul and “I don’t know” might find themselves buddied up,
a real vaudeville song-and-dance team,
and feelizations, which had been blocked off by solid stacks
and walls of knowing, will start to claim resonance
within your natural state
of fathomless being.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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