No one speaks the truth
It is a knowing,
This a silence flowing and waiting for one to enter and submerge.
Beckoning.
Welcoming;
Releasing all to welcome all.
Truth is in the being not the speaking,
Listen.
Love. Stillness.
Shed what is known, therein lies what is.
Truth is merely a word created to capture and cage concrete reality which cannot
be held.
Thought is fluid.
Many a daydream
Entertains
My mind.
And I dream and I dream and i wake,
And I dream and I dream and i live.
And in all this many a muse enters my heart.
Swiftly the hours pass
Yet lovely thoughts,
When they consume me
Capture my affection
Diverting my attention.
Time does slow and all I know
Is myself left wandering
In creation.
The heart does love much upon the realization it is
Free and limitless to do as it pleases.
Chole Into Diamonds 