Re: old age fundamentalism

[Guest guest]

TRUTH

"Beware of Truth.

If you find a Truth it can demand

that you make some painful changes."

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.

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[Guest guest]

Yup. Wrote it maybe 10-15 years ago when I took a creative writing class. I suspect I "channeled" it but from whom or where beats me. It's not great poetry but I think it has some good things to think about and I do really like the metaphor of dying of thirst while fearful of drowning.

Blissings,

Sam

wow!great stuff!is this yours?-- As within, so without~ Alice O. HowellAll joy in the world has come from wishing happiness for others.All the suffering in the world has come from wanting pleasure for oneself.~Shantideva (7th. c. CE)A propensity to hope and joy is real riches: one to fear and sorrow, real poverty~e Hume Life should be easier. So should your homepage. Try the NEW AOL.com.

[Guest guest]

wow!great stuff!is this yours?-- As within, so without~ Alice O. HowellAll joy in the world has come from wishing happiness for others.All the suffering in the world has come from wanting pleasure for oneself.

~Shantideva (7th. c. CE)A propensity to hope and joy is real riches: one to fear and sorrow, real poverty~e Hume