It’s surprising what you know when…

It’s surprising what you know once you stop knowing.

I don’t mean that in an ignorant fashion.
And honestly, neither in an intellectual exercise passion.
And absolutely not in the enlightened, halo-wy kind of compassion.

But in a way that takes you by surprise,
so wildly inaccurate in its causal rise
that it leaves you with loud and bright eyes.

A knowing that carves your bones
and tingles your loins.
In a speed that swiftly carries you away
without losing a breath or sway.

And to know it, you have to be asked about it.

Not to wait for yourself to be ready
But to embrace the wilderness in its uncertain waves
To bring to you the question that unravels you

In a splendor that breaks your depravity
In a display of force you can’t fathom or come to understand,
And there and then, only you see a knowing unknown
Baffling in its terms in which it makes itself known.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~