Someone who knows how little he knows
Is like the man who comes to a clearing in the forest,
and sees the light spikes,
And suddenly senses how happy his life has been.
~ Charles Wright, closing lines of “Morning Occurrence at Xanadu,” Scar Tissue: Poems
Credits: Image – Candlepowerforums. Poem: Memory’s Landscape
so true…adds the right amount of humility and awe to one’s life – to realize how little we really know..
And how this greater realization has come to light as we get older.
Absolutely spot on.
That’s where the greatness is…in the knowing.
Or the knowing of the impossibility of not knowing
Yes, there’s that, too.
(She said, smiling from this side…..)
Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
The joy of knowing …..
it is.
Absolutely lovely
Thanks. I’m with you. Agree.
Amen!
-Alan
Ah yes 🙂