When I don’t know, it is almost unbearable. I cover it up as quickly as I can with the illusion of knowing, with attachment to abstractions. Here, I make it into an “it” and it becomes a disturbance to me.
When I reveal myself as Unknowing, it is beautiful, rich and full. Here, I find myself in and as it, as the groundless ground of my being. It opens up everything.
I find that this ground of Unknowing is that which allows anything and everything to arise in the present. It is that which allows anything to be at all, to unfold in the myriad forms of the universe and in my experience.