Who Knows (a chant)

There is a self in the middle of yourself
That knows that it knows that it knows it knows

What more can be said       what else can be told


There is a self in the middle of yourself
That knows that it knows that it knows it knows

How much of you is dead        how much has been sold

There is a place in the middle of the middle
That knows that it knows that it knows what goes

Who burned your bread and broke your fiddle

There is an eye between the eyes
That knows that it knows but it never shows

Who owns the world and gives you little

There is a weed in the middle of yourself
That knows that it knows that it knows it grows

Which root runs too deep       what sleep eats your nose

There is a stream way down in the valley
That knows that it knows that it knows it flows

Who sails your ship while you work the galley

There is a wind in the middle of yourself
That knows that it knows that it knows it blows

How much of you is covered       how much is unclothed

There is a moon in the blackest black black
That knows that it knows that it knows it glows
There is a self

underneath yourself
that knows
that it knows

that it knows