December’s Co-Intelligence Poem
Listening into shared wisdom
by Tom Atlee
What I know
is embedded among
what everyone else knows
(which is usually different)
and we’re all embedded
in the vast realm of what
none of us actually knows much about
but which doesn’t stop us from deciding
what’s going on there
and putting it in boxes
that we try to pass off on each other
and defend with our lives.
And we still walk ever forward
guided by this strange sense
that our knowing is helping us
when it is so much more complicated than that
with all its side effects,
its hidden costs, its invisibilizings, its denials...
with its unknown unknowns
decorating every moment we live.
But we have to believe in SOMETHING
or we feel we can’t proceed.
Don’t we?
Somehow, the idea that we could listen
to each other, to our hearts,
to what’s happening, to the
more than human voices,
and to the world around us
and share what we hear
as we pay the special kind of attention
that journeys deeper into what’s real,
what's really important, what’s next...
what’s wanting to show up
and to dance with us -
i wonder if somehow
the idea that that’s enough
is enough to proceed together
into what life is ready to share
with all of us…
Is it possible that that
is all we need?