A Level of Knowing

One reaches ongoing levels of
knowing. Often chaos, doubt,
even despair can proceed as
one struggles with an
eruption of knowing. Like
a festering wound, all exudation
of faults must burst out, leaving
the wound clean and healing.
There is a calm that follows the
bestowal of knowing…a peace
and surge of love, where the
struggle becomes insignificant.
The baby is born, the mother puts
it to her breast and signs with
the reward of pure love.