Simple Poem by bruce butler

how do i write of the unknown
what do i say to thee
i look up, i look down
i look inside
how can i write of the unknown
what should i day to thee
life is simple
if u make it so
but who makes it simple
none that i know
you know so much
you read so much
you must be so smart
but you do not talk of the unknown
they say they crazy
those who talk of the unseen
they call them funny things
because of there own ignorance
a fool is one to judge another
on what they do not know of
so what should i say to thee
deep inside find the light
i dont see no light
silence the mind
it has been silenced
waiting to be aroused
for the silenced mind
is always aware
so now what should i say to thee
how do i know of the unknown
when i am always so silent