Today, we do something differently. Instead of the standard Monday Musing that is written in a prose form, this topic felt like it should be expressed in poetry. It’s not complete, and I’m sure I’ll work on it some more, but it’s a topic I firmly believe in and it’s a question I wish I could ask everyone.
Do you know what the truth sounds like?
It requires soul-price
The sacrifice of uncertainty to gain the surety of loss.
How else to pay the cost when now you know—
Bedrock bottom heartbeat of the earth itself
Surrounded by black black black
Only allowed to look at stars—
You know it now
You know your truth and their truth and all truth
And it sounds like
Bells resounding at dawn and
Summer breeze in a hammock and
Light
--oh, the Light sings triumph and height
Far height in this tower against the dark
Blaze and burn and forfeit all else to the Light
--oh, the Light.
I can’t even breathe when the light calls
And is it majesty or fear bursting in my chest?
Every time.
I choose the light every time
The summer breeze and the bells
I choose them every time
And wish I could have been a tree instead
Arched and always breathing in
No choice required, no price
Just the light, the light, the dark, the day, the night, the sun, the stars, the heat, the cold,
The length and breadth of days numbered—even so numbered
And given unto death and all its endings.
Trees have no need for choosing.
What is there to choose when all you are is
Truth rampant on a field of black
Arched and always breathing in?
I cannot choose to be a tree
I was made for other things—as are we all.
Traveling on lonely paths made urgent by desperation for the next intersection,
where maybe—
Mabye—we can grab someone and make them walk our path behind us.
That which is unobserved doesn’t truly exist.
Science said that and made us all afraid that when we close our eyes
—between the heartbeats—this truth would find us.
Grieve—all of you!
Grieve because this lie has broken us.
It has stolen our paths and forced the abomination of truth.
Grieve, because we have no one to blame but ourselves.
We have been pulled from our purpose and pulled others from theirs
We have become lost in the intersection of all paths
Trapped in the mockery of The Lie.
It laughs. We were made to choose one thing only—the simplest choice.
This abundance is poison and we follow other’s paths just so we are not alone.
It laughs.
What perfect revenge.
What brilliant marring.
What an impossible future.
We were made for choice? How now? Do we still want to choose?
I do as I always do.
There are bells calling me home
A summer breeze in a hammock
And under it all the silent song showing me only one path
One choice.
And I must bear the burden of knowing that I chose it
My price
Because I saw all the other paths—
Knew where they would take me—
Wanted them to take me,
And I wish—
But the truth is rising in me
It is so loud, so loud
It shakes my bones, twists my lungs and I explode into
Truth. I am only Truth
One moment.
All that’s given is one moment to hear
The soul-resonance
The building calm
The one note hum.
Only one moment to console yourself on the lonely path
Walking beside trees that have no need of choosing.
But this is the Lie too.
We are not alone on our lonely paths.
We are surrounded on all sides by seekers and dreamers
Hopers and doubters, lovers and haters—
Each of us with our own truth to follow,
Our only path to fulfill what we were made to be
The truth that leads us to where all the parallel paths end in the Light
--oh, the Light.
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