Intelligence of Forgetting

Forgetting is such a blessing

Such grace, such a pointer to upstream

Thank goodness for forgetting

Without forgetting……

I would never have the ecstasy

Of remembering you again and again

I would be forever tethered to my understandings

I would be hopelessly bound to an identity

I would never feel the lightness and poverty of unknowing

I would never feel that delectable “firstness” of the day

Of birthing a universe again and again

I would never know the miracle of defeat