unlabelled

sometimes I wonder
if you will ever get it -
to look at a jar
without a label,
to hold it against the light
streaming in,
and to look at it with interest,
to smell the aroma of its contents,
to feel the texture of what's in it,
to see what it is saying
without those words
you're so used to,
words that tell you
the whole story
wrapped up
in certainty,
not the clarity
that comes
when you rest in that
silent space
of feeling lost,
and of wanting to know,
because
you simply don't know.