Perhaps some day I will forget all the things I think I know. All my notions of how I think things are will have disappeared. I will find freedom in forgetting.
Some day, all my reasons to be afraid of certain people will have vanished. I will see the familiar tree in my backyard as something never seen before. It will appear in total newness, in spite of my having seen it and touched it many times before. I will forget what that was like.
At first, it seems a frightening thing to imagine a day when I forget. But there may be an unseen gift in no longer remembering what things and people should be like and I will see them as totally new.
It make me wonder how much of my experience of the world is based on memory, based on how I remember and think how things once were. The memory is so strong, it sometimes keeps me from seeing things and people just as they are right now. I am often not able to see them without any preconceived notions of what they might be like right now.
Memory can serve me well in preparing me for everything I meet. I do not have to relearn what I might have already known. Perhaps memory also keeps me from having a beginners mind, a fresh view of things. I see them more as I remember them, as I think they might be, as they aught to be. I fail to see them as they are right now.
I am not ready to totally forget, to lose my memory of everything. For now, it is enough to let go of a small part of memory, to no longer presume what things are or how they exist. I can open a small window that gives me a fresh and new view every moment, every day. It would be nice to forget just a little.