True Knowledge = Awareness of Not-Knowing

 True Knowledge = Awareness of Not-Knowing

I thought I knew

the names of things,

the shapes of truth,

the language of certainty.

I built small kingdoms

out of borrowed answers,

wore confidence

like a well-fitted coat.

But one quiet moment

a pause between breaths

undid it all.

A question arose,

not loud, not urgent,

but deep…

like a well with no bottom.

And I looked in.

There, in the trembling dark,

I did not find answers

only a vast, unending

un-knowing.

At first, it frightened me.

The ground was gone.

The map had burned.

Even my name felt unsure.

But then

something softer appeared.

A gentle clarity,

like dawn without a sun.

I saw—

not knowing was not emptiness,

but space.

Not absence,

but openness.

A doorway

where truth does not shout,

but listens.

And in that listening,

I began to learn

not what is,

but how to be.

Now I walk lighter,

unburdened by the need to conclude.

Each moment, a question.

Each silence, a teacher.

For true knowledge is not possession

it is surrender.

Not the fullness of answers,

but the quiet, sacred awareness

that I do not know…

and that is enough.

मुकेश ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,