Poem To Truth
I’m not a storyteller, but I’ll tell you a story.
I can’t describe the Truth, bit I will not lie.
I’m an innocent baby, an elder crone, a rebellious adolescent, a loving Mother.
My vision is vast and I have far to travel. And yet I remain still.
What happens in the quiet of night when slumber calls, yet an enlivening presence begs your attention?
I whisper my love, yet it fills canyons with thunderous, echoing sound.
Buddhas and bastards, there is love for us all. I love you all. Yes, even you.
What does enlightenment mean anyway? Is it a destination or merely a place we rest and reside on this winding road we call life?
I’m a defiant pacifist. The truth of me you see, lies prior to anything I could ever write.
Silently watching, like a patient lover. Waiting for the invitation to stay the night.
Can I share the depth of what I am with you? Will my honesty scare you?
Written by Satya Graha
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