it’s obvious in hindsight,
after everything works itself out.
self-evident, really.
nothing to it.
come to think of it, in truth
it was known all along.
even all the grasping
in the dark of unknowing
was integral to the Knowing.
the seams too, are seamless.
ultimately, finally,
there is no contradiction between
everything did itself, and
I secretly did it all.
