A Journey To The Quiet ‘I Am’

In a world filled with answers, this meditation invites you into the sacred space of not knowing. Inspired by mysticism, philosophy, and the quiet power of observation, this practice is a gentle unraveling of thought, identity, and belief.

Rather than seeking certainty, we rest in the mystery. Rather than chasing truth, we listen for what remains when thought falls away.

This is a meditation for seekers, skeptics, and anyone learning to let go of the need to “figure it all out.” Together, we return to a quiet center—the pure awareness of I Am.

Transcript

Hello and welcome.

My name is Nicho and this is The Art of Not Knowing,

A journey beyond thought into the quiet truth of I am.

You are entering a sacred space of stillness,

So settle in.

Find a posture that honors both comfort and alertness,

And slow down.

Make sure you feel safe,

Supported,

And receptive.

Listen deeply to my words and,

Letting go of your surroundings,

Let them carry you into a place of mystery.

Take a deep inhale and sigh out the exhale.

Let your body rest.

Let your breath soften.

Let your presence deepen.

There is nothing to figure out here,

Nothing to hold on to,

Nothing to know,

Just be.

Begin to watch the thoughts that rise,

The thoughts that fall.

Like waves that never ask where they're going,

Let them come,

Let them go.

Release each thought as it arises,

As effortlessly as it is to open a fistful of sand and let the grains pour through the spaces between your fingers.

No need to follow,

No need to fix,

No need to know anything.

You are not these thoughts,

You are the one who sees.

In this way,

We enter the unknown,

Not with fear,

But with reverence.

With your breath,

Repeat silently with me,

Inhale,

I don't know,

Exhale,

And that is okay,

Inhale,

I don't know,

Exhale,

And that is okay,

Inhale,

I don't know,

Exhale,

And that is okay,

Inhale,

I release control,

Exhale,

I enter the mystery,

Inhale,

I release control,

Exhale,

I enter the mystery,

Inhale,

I release control,

Exhale,

I enter the mystery.

Let those words guide you deeper into the quiet,

Deeper into the space,

Beneath needing,

Beneath knowing.

This is the art of not knowing.

The thinker lets go,

The seeker grows still,

And something begins to shine through.

Not a thought,

Not a belief,

Just being.

I am,

I am,

I am.

Not I am this,

Not I am that,

Just I am.

I am pure,

I am whole,

I am unshaped by identity,

I am untouched by certainty.

You have arrived at this place where truth needs no defense,

Where the soul whispers without words.

You may not know what this means,

And that's okay.

You may not have answers,

And that's okay.

You are here,

And you are.

I am,

I don't know,

And still,

I am.

I am,

I don't know,

And still,

I am.

Begin now to return slowly,

Deepening your breath,

Feeling your fingers,

Your toes,

Your body,

Letting your eyes flutter open,

Taking in the room around you.

And God said unto Moses,

I am that I am.

Be still and know that I am God.

Be still and know,

Be still,

Be.

As you move forth in your day,

Carry this not knowing with you as a strength,

As a quiet grace.