She said I would know when I finally knew.
She said I would no longer speak once I had seen.
I assumed, then, it would be freeing;
not a nail in the coffin of thinking,
not a final turning-toward silence.
Like so many others first setting out,
I mistook the initial departing as foreshadowing —
of some kind of great impending arrival.
No more travels.
No more reaching.
Only falling away.
like one who has crossed-over
not allowed to stay —
there is only noticing,
with nothing left to say.