Love is not wrought by knowledge or certainty based on knowledge.
Knowledge passes away...Faith...Hope...Love remain.
Knowledge is based on what is sometimes here..love is what is always here.

Loving is not a matter of knowing how ..its BEING it...if your not being it...what good is knowledge about it?...You cant really know it apart from being it...unless your being it your like a blind man thinking he knows what the color blue or red are…

So its not about knowing its about trusting love enough to BE loving. Faith always works out its own works...you cant work faith into existence...trust is already here..its eternal...you can only surrender to it..yet faith without works is dead...it is not living faith...there is no love apart from faith..not hope apart from love.....no one apart from any other....they are all fruits of the spirit...manifestations of BEING...so awareness of what spirit we are of transcends knowledge...knowledge has its place and season as a tool..but its not the end all...its impermanent..and its often misdirected...many things are misunderstood...based on time rather than the space of BEING.

Love often asks us to step out in faith or trust.
If we must be certain before we can step out and love then our love is conditional on our certainty...and its not real true...its conditional…
There is no fear in love...only trust...that there is nothing to lose or sacrifice...besides the things that keep you from loving...and they are only sacrifices of the egotistical imagined self...for there is no”other self” to sacrifice anything in loving awareness.

So lets all of us..take a deep breath...and get a sense of what we are BEING now...and choose to surrender to love rather than our world views...opinions...beliefs...about life… Jesus told us “ONLY believe meaning only trust”... Buddha spoke of the”sure hearts release”...Nether said ONLY think...its not about what we think we know....its about knowing that we think....and the limitations on knowledge… yet all things are possible to him that trusts...where nothing is certain all things are possible,,, where all things are possible impermanence brings us hope… so lets JUST trust life.

Life is worthy of your love..your trust in it...all that lives is well...sense that wellness that is living here now...there is nothing wrong with life...there never was nor ever will be...life is always good… Life isn’t merely the situation your in...Its the spirit of the universe..or as some world say..”God himself”

There flows a river of synchronicity apart from mans mechanistic world.
A river that flows neither from nor to any destination...but circularly
Without a fish to feed a man nor a man to save the fish from drowning.

Old Dreamers And Young Visionaries
Dancing Together
In This Instance Of Timeless
Awe And Wonder
Mystery Flowing
Effortlessly
Without A Struggle
A Stream Of Relentless Purpose Without Reason
Towards A Destination Not Known
Nor Needing To Be Known
The Journey Is Its Own Destination
Love Its Own Reward
Nature Its Own Autonomous Author
Writing The Book Of Life On The Fly
A Never Ending Story
That Has Not Even Begun To Be Told
That Tells Itself

All that matters now
Is within the silence itself
All that moves me now
Is in the stillness itself
Prestigious garments in tatters
The beggar and the kings both return to dust
Precious gold losing its value away by its own worth
Infinite treasure hidden in plain sight
What use is the lamp to him that has no eyes to see?
And food is a word to one who has no heart to hear it?
How shall heavens bread sustain one who spits it out?
It is hard for the tender rain to gently wash you of your fears with your armor on.
Plough shares forged from rusty swords
Having lost the sharpness of their significance
Dulled by the awareness of benevolence
And we find true refuge in the castles keep of our defenselessness
Guarding our heart from becoming guarded
We let truth pillage us like a thief in the night
Of our treasured fears we held dearly
Only to awaken impoverished of the weight of our greed and ill will
Is the sacrifice of our delusions.

All Things Fading
Into The Light
That Never Fades Away
Love being its own reward
Life as the witness of life
Timelessly witnessing itself
In expressions of itself reflected in the mirror time
If you open your eyes my friend…
how not will your heart be raptured away?

Sweet powerlessness
The truth spitting in my eyes so i can see the way
Waves of awakening
Sweeping over my soul
Like the moon swoons the tides
Washing away castles built from the sands of my rational
Dissolving into an ocean of peace
Whole hearted abandonment
Of my own understanding
To its foamy white breakers
Leaning on life itself rather than lazily on my crutches of certainty
I find my hope in my trust
And learn to trust that such hope is trustworthy

I really like this. Especially the line where you say wreckage's become anchors..that really resonates with me.

Like a drunken knight that trusts his armor
Thrown into the blazing furnace
Certainty of technology
Melting in the fiery tempest
Of unconditional reality
Not subject to rationalization
The sweet sting of death
Tasting the dirt as our mouth falls to the ground
Humility born from the womb of disillusionment
As we bite the dust
And resurrect
Better men

The concern that sets us free from care
Blessed pestilence
Isolation awakening the multitude
Rudely from the dream of separation
Political drama
Drowning in a sea
Of insignificance
Corpses of travesty
Whole world hidden in the small
Annihilation of the small world
That hides the whole world from us

Being the prey that chases the prey
never catching itself
asleep in its pursuit of awakening

I love your poem. And really admire your commitment not to compromise being kind ...thats a real manifestation of maturity.

I AM
The whole catastrophe
The auspicious promise within its
Womb of serendipity
The dismembered corpse of the donor
The gift unwrapped and presented
The second chance for the soul with cirrhosis
The woman raped by pirates
The legacy turned Gospel
Her bastard child destined to become a king
The wall built from fear
The storm that blew it down
The solidarity grown from its rain of pain
All of creation
Breathing
Moving
Feeling
In chaotic synchronicity
In this instance of eternity
One breath
The inhale pause and exhale
The caterpillar chrysalis and butterfly
The man the woman the child
Beautiful in unbecoming
Promising in becoming
The bittersweet realization of impermanence
That sets aflame in our hearts
The audacity for hope

Your poems really touch my heart Jasmine. My girlfriend left me a few months ago. I still think about her every day. My heart is still heavy and I feel like crying a lot.I know its not easy to be in love with someone who does not feel the same way about you as you do them. I don't know if the grief ever goes away...but I am watching my relationship with the grief changing into compassion for others that I would never have had ...if it were not for the catastrophe...and that compassion is priceless... It lets us connect with a larger body of humanity...

I really think your poems are a great way to process your grief into compassion rather than resentment..you really inspire me...some people don't understand unless they have grown from the grief. I hope you keep writing and look forward to seeing how this mud of grief will one day blossom into a breathtaking lotus.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!awesome!!!!!!!!!!!

Trying Not To Be Simple
Just Simply Be It

‘Eyer the jester in the eye of the needle maker
Beware the bounty hunter
Charged to track down and capture Melchizedek
Neither born before dead
Nor dead before born
A blind man
Looking for signs in the heavens
A deaf man
Listening for the beat of distant hoofs
obviosity hidden in the obvious

A caravan of words spoken
Like beasts of burden leaving
Footprints in the sands of time
Meaning lost in the many tracks
Wind blows them away
Without a trace

And yet the way is made clear by clearing the way
Accession in prostration
Wise men disguised as fools
In all sincerity
Watching themselves
Laugh at themselves
While laughing themselves as they
Laugh at themselves

Till there is only laughter
And no self left to scorn
and all have laughed themselves
into Holy Wholeness

Steamy vapors of words said
And deeds done
Rising to the clear blue sky
Forming clouds
Heavy and dark
A flash of lightning
A clap of thunder
The scent of rain in the breeze
And then
Karma falling like rain from the heavens
And I have somehow misplaced my umbrella of excuses
So let me bathe in its showers
Swim in the whole catastrophe
In its season
Until the rainbow appears
With its solemn promise
The end of beginnings

Love Touched My Eyes And My Heart Was Opened
Love Touched My Heart And My Eyes Were Opened

A Thousand Words
Just To Say One Thing
One Picture
Says A Thousand Words
From One Word
Did All Things Spring
Flowing Into Being
Without Saying A Thing
The Logos Aflame
In The Winds Of Change
Rudely Awoken With
Tongues Of Fire In Babylon

Sincerity And Innocence Lost
Like Two Small Children Lost In Their Own Garments
Looking For A Way Out Rather Than Taking Them Off
The Smoldering Flax Snuffed Out
By The Flame Of Its Own Desire
A Bruised Reed Broken
By Its Resistance To The Wind
Seriousness Waxing Love Cold And Heavy
While God Laughs
A Blind Man Trying To Paint A Picture Of Himself.
A Elaborate Sculpture Of A Tree Made From Its Own Wood.
The Formed Trying To Force Life Into A Form Of Itself
Like A Clay Vessel Swallowing Up The Potter Spinning It.
A Dictionary Defining Itself
Man Making Himself In His Own Image
One Who Buries Himself In His Work
As One That Digs His Own Grave
Is This Love?
Or Is Love This?
Perhaps We Forget That We Forgot.
We Fear We Have Lost Our Keys
Searching For Them
While They Are In Our Hand.
The Last Place We Would Look
Is The First Place
We Find
What We Never Lost
In The First Place.