I have not come to understand. There is no merit in it.
We travel through rabbit holes to find the opposite ends, to see how they connect.
This is not the same as understanding–it is drawing lines on diagrams of thought.
Understand this: the sun will rise whether or not you wake to meet it.
Streams flow into rivers and oceans, understanding without synapse
that this is the way things go.
Wisdom is for the earth and for celestial things.
For us there is only the moment.
You plant your feet in your home soil, despite
understanding that the ground is not always sturdy.
I have stood on boulders and heard water flowing beneath.
There are times I think I understand the refraction of light
against water droplets, but quickly I harden back into my crude human self
and marvel at the rainbow on the horizon that has no connection to the ground.