When I stop to think about it, most of modern reality seems unreal
and nothing, or very little anyway, is for sure.
Everything changes. That may be all I know for sure.
And yet we pretend we know, we act as if we know even as we float in the groundlessness.
I don’t know.
My practice is to relax into the reality of not knowing
To feel my breath moving,
My fingers writing,
My ears listening to a cover of Bruce Springsteen.