the morass of understanding

the morass of understanding

is each grip, 

thought over thought, 

secured,

a sense of confidence, 

as momentum building,

memory as honored escort,

the potential to verbally repeat in place,

to even know that one knows,

as an oversight but needed,

a warehouse of information, building,

replication as confidence spreads,

nothing said, about the mishap of method,

encapsulations' thrive,

intelligence as the leading edge,

the want to take it the world over,

to christen with know 

of the everywhere's everything. 

but understanding has many usage prejudices, 

by perspective, by usage, by intention,

and most severe, by audience.

we are all carriers of the virus.

we have the method of experience to blame.

everyone and everything nameable is a prop

in the understanding method.

it is confoundedly impossible 

not to do understanding as our means.

it is upon the greased pole of agreement

that we all venture on a daily basis.

understanding is the silent prayer, 

spread forth, cross referenced,

and duly dedicated to

retentive mind and curiosity in-fight ongoing.

each have a seat on the self awareness bus.

the morass of understanding 

thrives on its complacency.

yet know is an operative for distance.

to know where not to be

and what not to do

are primary uses of knowing.

understanding has categorical references 

for all of this and more.

understanding has the internal battle with feelings,

the ever-present but somehow otherwise.

where by understanding is always topic

and feelings are always tone.

they both speak at the same time.

but one is the operative

while the other is the tagalong, 

not dismissible but not the director either.

this is the morass in a nutshell.

think is not well-schooled in feel.

words organize for think

but tragically underrepresent feel's input.

monotone does not rule the world.

but then maybe it does.

understanding does not convey

what feel had to say.

if understanding was all done in song

then we would all be one step closer,

one mindset less morass.

it's the hurt of being,

without a cut or a bruise or a broken bone,

without a strain or a apparent disease.

yes, even without a blow to the head.

but understanding, as conscious dignity,

carries on, 

as if to take us where we want to go.

and yet understanding does not take one step

into a dimension of transcendence, 

hardly a lean into a transformation

that alters the fundamental premise 

of understanding.

and so we have wisdom in a box,

with understanding as the hands that open it . . .