Confusion is a friend, opening the door of welcome,

offering a moment when everything opens and everything

is possible again. Confusion

shakes the kaleidoscope,

life’s colorful pieces

falling into new patterns and new empty spaces.

 

Certainty gives answers

before questions arise.

choking them off before they see sun’s light.

Certainty is the enemy,

guarding its gate against possibility,

against visions

rising like the moon over a dark landscape.

 

As Rumi said before me

“how great was my knowledge

before “Revelation made me dumb.”

Questions are doorways

into wisdom without beginning or end.

Answers fall away like ash,

blown by the slightest wind.

 

There is more strength in taking off the armor of certainty

than in shining its breastplate, hour after hour.

 

Confusion propels a new language,

and that language, knowing its limits,

falls into magnificent silence: Revelation.