the quiet bliss that comes with not
knowing what to make of something:


because of everything good,
everything bad,


it’s impossible to separate
or differentiate,


so you don’t;
you just sit quietly


and quietly
you let them be,


as they have let
you be;


for so many years
and so many worries


have come and passed,
and now they are the past-


what do you make of that?
what can you make of that?


there is good and bad
in everything.