Imagine if we encouraged our Youth
with an indomitable Love for Truth.
And how to be Courageously Strong,
rather than fear of all that is wrong.
Truly Knowing that they are Blessed,
and still thus if woefully distressed.
This Light of Life upon all bestowed;
may it so sustain each Unique Ode.
Imagine gossip as a case in a court of law;
the best anecdotal spectacle you ever saw.
The absent defence now dismissed as lies,
any presumption of innocence silently dies.
Not any subsequent return to one’s senses
can rein in all the damaging consequences.
Either way, the verdict spreads like wildfire,
unstoppable in spite of any contrary desire.
Ignorance is terrible poison for a Soul;
the antidote is Truth taken as a whole.
Even the sweetest of lie-induced bliss,
can not remain in the presence of this.
Any real integrity one aims at growing,
asks for commitment to true knowing.
If our reality is courageously revealed,
needless suffering may yet be healed.
Lies have no power to really create,
only to corrupt, invert and simulate.
Convincing us that truth is not true,
making us forget what we all knew.
Ever the seemingly opposed sides;
obscuring where the trickery hides.
Heed which waters are thrown out;
here proverbial babies swim about.
Beliefs have proclivity to self-confirm;
we propagate the thoughts we affirm.
Not just any flights of fancy mind you,
but that which we deeply hold as true.
“No one deserves my unique wonder”
may truly be “unlovable” hiding under.
Real shadow work may serve us well;
the antidote to a self-maintained hell.
Friendship is antithesis to service by lip;
the friend valued above the relationship.
A wholehearted aim for each to be free,
by illuminating blind spots we don’t see.
“Tell me truth, but only the way I want it”
is for such a communion utmostly unfit.
If we realize what is ultimately our best,
we may meet life in a way truly blessed.
In a time of deciet easy yields no ease;
false comfort provides no inner peace.
The solace must be of a different kind:
the awakening of a true warrior’s mind.
Courage to defy a sanity fog so dense;
Serenity to meet Life beyond pretense.
Truth is unyieldingly at war with the lie,
and thus the true devotees live and die.
What if that for which a heart bleeds,
and our very dearly held creeds,
diverge from where the Truth leads?
If we run too far in a single direction,
ever further from introspection,
may we remain open for correction?
If the lens which we see life through,
is a belief as rigid as dried glue,
shall we still recognise what is true?
For how long can we refuse to learn,
and discard our care to discern,
before reaching a point of no return?
Asking for Truth is to request real eyes,
unveiling even the most wonderful lies.
To surrender something believed dear;
a trial to overcome one’s greatest fear.
Convergence of reality and perception;
an informed interception of deception.
And so end pretense with persistence,
embracing the raw grace of existence.
To dismiss what we don’t comprehend,
is a path to our growth’s immature end.
An error we should so diligently correct;
failure to do so may be a grand neglect.
Quest-ion, im-plore yourself to ex-plore;
the journey asks of us to open the door.
As be-coming is an ongoing unwinding,
each is integral for what we are finding.
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