(This is an old poem that I wrote many years ago. Actually, it’s more like I “took dictation” than wrote it. I have no idea where it came from – well, I do, since I believe my Soul played a large part in its production. At any rate, I sat down with pen and paper, saw the pen writing, saw words appear on the page, and was vaguely aware of “thoughts” passing through my mind. This was what I found when I came back from wherever I’d gone. I don’t pretend to have the Truth but I do know that in these days of throwing around “truths” like they were True, even throwing around lies like they were true, a meditation like this one might be very necessary right now. I hope you enjoy it.)
"Beware of Truth. If you find a Truth it can demand
that you make some painful
changes."
Frank Herbert
Where is Truth? What is Truth? Who is Truth?
The truth is, there are many answers, many names,
only one Answer, one Truth.
Truth is delving deeper and deeper, to
determine the smallest particle
of the core of truth.
Truth is realizing that we’re searching
in the wrong direction, so
our search becomes one of expansion,
to get the big picture,
the panoramic view,
the overarching cause.
Our life is knitted of truths dropped like stitches,
replaced with corrected ones until
life becomes a patchwork of truths.
Among them still we find no Truth.
Truths that govern our life,
fall by the wayside
like the leaves of fall.
Useful in their lifetime,
still beautiful in death,
but no longer able to provide
sustenance.
The more we learn,
the more we question.
Each knows what Truth is,
but none can say with absolute certainty
what is true.
Truth is Life.
Truth calls us to be open to risk which may
lead to joy or pain – or both.
There are no guarantees, and
we don’t have a choice of which we’ll get.
Truth is a deep well
from which we hope to draw the life-giving drink.
If we find it dry, perhaps we didn’t dare enough
to untie the rope,
to let the bucket down,
to trust that salvation was there.
Fearfully we refuse to untie the knot,
believing that to hold on will
save us from drowning,
as we slowly die of thirst.
Truth is as bright and open as the sun,
yet we forego its warmth and light for the cold dimness of air-conditioned souls.
We cling to our narrow range of stifling
comfort rather than dare the uncomfortable
chaos of Life.
Truth is as simple as the wondrous face of a child
returning the gaze of a sunflower.
Truth is as complex as the labyrinth
forever seducing the lost soul
wandering its murderous maze.
Truth is as hard to find as the honest man, but Truth
is always where we are looking.
Truth is as hard and eternal as a diamond,
as soft as a baby’s sleepy sigh.
Truth waits to be accepted. Truth will not
seduce you against your will.
We search for Truth through our truths, though
we will not find Truth through our efforts.
But we must never cease to search.
Truth can only come to us
in the stillness of a quiet soul.
Truth is ours for the asking
but we can never own it.
Truth is an unasked gift but one
that we must be willing to accept.
Truth promises joy
but requires pain and sorrow.
There are many truths, only one Truth.
Our truth may not be others’, but
it is no more true than theirs,
and no less.
The name of truth is Ambiguity, but
there is no doubt or falseness in Truth.
The name of truth is Contradiction, but
there is no contradiction in Truth.
Truth is wholeness, completeness,
absolute acceptance of all that is.
Truth is light and dark,
good and evil,
self and other,
you and me.
Truth is everything. Truth is all. Truth is forever.
So many truths here, each expressing the Truth which is many and one, and even none at times, for often it is in the depths of the deepest, darkest emptiness that I most feel my soul quiver in response to the Truth which I cannot name. This is beautiful Sam, just beautiful. xxx
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Thank you, Edith. Even though I “wrote” it, when I read it, I feel something I can’t describe, as if I’ve “almost got it,” but can’t quite articulate it. Somehow I feel like there’s something important in it but I’m uncertain how to express it or even know precisely what “it” is. Thanks for reading. Sam
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exactly, Sam
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Thanks, Mike. It’s good to “see” you. Thanks for coming by.
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