The Real Truth
The Real Truth
To be truthful
I don’t always
know what life is
for. Yes, there
are sparks of clarity
in the stubble of
the commonplace.
But most days I live in
a cloudy unknowing.
Disorientated,
just negotiating
the next task, without
becoming the opposite
of the early dawn
stillness I long to
embody.
Of course I
have read many baggy
handbooks on the need
to be present to my life,
to God or even to my dog.
Once or twice in a
month of mornings
I touch something,
and out of insight’s
grain store garnered
(from the wise ones)
comes winnowing out
an ear of wisdom.
Telling me that
my soul is a
cast and ringing
bowl, that if I
stay still long enough,
my soul will show up
like an image through
tracing paper.
I wonder
though (the wise ones),
do they really do it,
or are they, like me,
fleetingly conscious,
that it might be
true?
And have they like me,
wished all the shadows,
cast by previous stabs
at contact, would move out
of the way?
But perhaps the real truth
is; that the shadows are
it, and we just haven’t
realised they are the
presence in disguise.
From ‘The Call of the Unwritten’ – Available here Purchase on Amazon