What am I to do with knowledge which cannot be known?
And since it is unknowable, what, then, am I to remember? Am I to memorize the totality of that which is indefinite? Is imprecision even possible to imagine? To lead from the flesh or flow from the spirit?
Yes.
It is a choice I make. It is a howling life that I alone conjure. It is a cry of existence I mold as my own. It is a belief that’s mine to accept, a paradise to open my eyes to.
My being is separate from who I imagine I am. Faith is rooted in the unknown, telling me that I cannot know anything.
Thought is meant to instruct. It is not a foundation of what is, it is a foundation of what can be, and what I imagine cannot be truth. Faith is the only knowable thing, aside from the charity that swims near the ribs and waits for the feet to begin their dance.
My mission stems the tide if I allow it. My mission comes without a script. It comes with a pulse that needs attention, embraced like a child in danger.
Without embracing Love, I cannot have breath. Without breath, I’m unable to embrace Love, therefore I must enable my breath and open my lungs to grip all living things, all that has passed and all that is present.
It is truth, not as I assume it to be, but the embracement of that which cannot be known, known by my flesh or through some circular canon and not beholden to the weapons of the doctrines of corporation, or the least of greed, or influence.
Love is not to be bonded, it is to be free; a dance whose rhythm might be similar but whose steps lead me down a separate path.
It is free! It is up to my individual spirit to grip the trigger or hold the bullet, to accept the entrenchment of love or to eradicate its pounding death.
Suffice it to say, I’ve a long road to enlightenment standing before me. I can take its hand and dance or I can walk away with my arms in rusty chains, shackled from greeting the only thing I can truly know, Love.
© 2011 by mark prime
Love!
ReplyDeleteThank you, my dear.
ReplyDelete"and what I imagine cannot be truth"
ReplyDeletekudos, my old friend. If I say you are getting better, would that denigrate your work of the past? I am glad to see your poetry has continued.
- Fade
Dear Fade,
ReplyDeleteI am so glad to see you! It has been some time my friend. I am glad you are enjoying my latest work. Much has happened in the past year to help inspire my muse, so to speak. I find your statement about my writing to be true. How about that? :>) Peace, Love & Goodness...