You know

Some things you just know, without understanding or reasoning. They just are.

From that first breath we’re privileged with, the gasp that comes from the longest silence, you know there is something greater than any understanding can reveal.

It’s a look. A smell. A touch that melts a hundred hardened hearts and can prompt the unfurling of the first delicate petal from the centre of a tightly bound rose. It unleashes an unimaginable, a vast infinite beyond comprehension.

It’s when time is nothing and growth is everything, when nothing can morph into everything and everything can become entirety. That first breath tells all. Is all. The first step, the first word spoken. It’s when a teenager openly admires a parent’s bravery, and that other teenager rises to speak her mind in forthright candour and with a strength you wish all people had.

In that, is a knowing that can’t be explained. It’s something that stirs deep within the youngest of people and oldest of souls, and prompts action when no action may be wanted. It comes on impulse voicing care and concern, as a surprise savvy loaded in activism that inspires and binds to accomplish more.

As the croon of tyre on bitumen can hum into daydreams of what was yesterday and what’s to come tomorrow, mumbles onto foreign lands can feel so familiar. To start over or return, it can be the same and one, as is the knowing and not knowing and catching a whiff to follow your nose when there is no scent.

It knows. As sure as the sun rises each morning and sets each night, even when it hovers in a haze of pink and orange to dance on a horizon and never really set or rise, you know. Deep in your centre, it calls. Even when a kick in the gut strikes in the dim of dark to seethe in swells and spits of molten lava, or the broken of heartache that has no end, in all its fragmented fracture, it knows what to do. It understands what is.

When a touch can send quivers into a rabid fever, when luminous and incandescent eyes of blue, green or brown pine unwavering into you, whether human, canine, feline or other living creature, you know. No matter where you are, what you’re doing or for how long.

It’s there in the last breath in a long line of breaths, bellying out as a knowing in one’s core of all that is. That knowing of instinct, you know it, even when you don’t know it.

And yet the simplest action for all of us is to listen. Hear that call, hear that knowing of instinct. It can flutter in the flap of a butterfly wing, or a bam-shazam punch of tungsten tough.

Stop. Breathe. Listen in silence.

What it is that we know, is in the pits of no end. Hone in on that knowing for in its centre, is the sound of love. Touch it. Stroke it. Gaze upon it. Taste it and smell it. Devour it. That’s all we need to know.

 

Comments 6

 
Katherine Gregor on Monday, 19 November 2018 10:32

This really spoke to me. Beautiful. Thank you, Monika.

This really spoke to me. Beautiful. Thank you, Monika.
Monika Schott PhD on Friday, 23 November 2018 20:10

Thanks Katherine. I find a lot speaking to me in the 'what's not said'. ;)

Thanks Katherine. I find a lot speaking to me in the 'what's not said'. ;)
Rosy Cole on Friday, 23 November 2018 15:07

A blinding riff of the senses and sensations! It well illustrates the phrase 'the evidence of things not seen'. Your interior 'tours' are mind-blowing, Moni :-)

A blinding riff of the senses and sensations! It well illustrates the phrase 'the evidence of things not seen'. Your interior 'tours' are mind-blowing, Moni :-)
Monika Schott PhD on Friday, 23 November 2018 20:10

I love that description, Rosy, interior tours. Beautiful, and thank you. x

I love that description, Rosy, interior tours. Beautiful, and thank you. x
Jitu C Rajgor on Friday, 23 November 2018 20:53

liked reading this.

liked reading this.
Monika Schott PhD on Sunday, 25 November 2018 10:03

Thanks Jitu

Thanks Jitu
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