The older I become
The more I understand
But the less I’m understood
Because subterranean mumbles can only be heard by diggers of mystical tunnels
in the bedrock of forever unknowings.
Where very few people venture to go
because the lack of any definitive can bring a sense of absence in being
Where there is no distinction between anything perceived
In the great immensity of singular expanse.
bongdoogle doodles 
This is beautiful and profound. You put into words what is hard to describe. I find great comfort in the forever unknowings because there’s no requirement to cling to certainty. In the lack of any definitive, anything is possible.
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BOOM! Wonderful comment my friend. You saw the ‘behind words.’
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Poetically loud and clear 😀
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ah, the voyage of retirement … if one has the courage to tie oneself to the mast and face it
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Indeed my friend indeed.
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