The truth that hurts is the one that we know is right.
The one we hide our face from.
The one that keeps us awake at night.
The one that has been there all along.
It begs to be heard
Locked up in the dark corners of our mind
Surrounded by the I, me, it, they, them and we.
The truth, that all knowing, all seeing
Strange figment of the imagination.
The I Am, the Almighty, the one and only truth.
We cannot and will not touch it.
We will never know it or even be able to describe it.
It remains to be the only place that we can feel safe.
The truth, it hides in plain sight
Yet we pretend it is not there.
It moves the earth and keeps the planets in their orbit
Yet we refuse to acknowledge it.
It is the very essence of our being
The breath that gives us life.
The hand that reaches out to comfort us
In our time of need.
The soft voice in the dark that brings forth another day.
We study it, we deny it.
We analyze, contemplate, and ponder its mighty works.
All the while refusing to submit, to become one with
The I Am, the word, wisdom.
Just to be.
We are not the truth nor are we the way.
We did come from ourselves and cannot
Be sure we will live another day.
The truth it begs our attention.
It is now and ready, waiting and wanting.
When you set out on your journey to find it
You must stop and realize it is where you stand.
The air you breath, the ground you walk upon,
The bird in the air, the ocean breeze, the fire, the grass, the trees.
The truth always and forever with us.
Ready to take us up in arms and hold us.
Ready to make the way straight.
When you arrive into her place
You will see nothing
You will hear nothing
You will feel nothing
You will know nothing
For in her is everything
Which is the absolute, the void, the invisible made whole
The beginning of the end
Past, present, future all in one
Now go and seek this JOY
This peace, this place
This incredible something that
We so humbly call the truth
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