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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Truth

I listen for Truth
For truth speaks softly
It is not boastful nor proud

Truth whispers low
Solemn quiet
It wraps around
Like Smoke
Subtle and free

Truth
Knows no
Boundaries
No limits

Truth
Speaks
From within
Not without
It floats
In the spaces
Of dreams
It is not angry or vengeful

Truth simply is
It cannot
Be hidden
Nor disguised

Truth
Shines
Like iridescent
Dew
It rests
Within
Your heart
Of hearts

Truth
Unchanged
Living
The promise
As it was so
It shall
Be


Crys The Tears
Dreamwalker ~Lakota
Copywright 2000

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Truth
is a curious beast

Tuesday, 22 November, 2005  
Blogger Mother Damnable said...

My dear Anonymous, I believe Crys The Tears’ remarkable and beautiful poem alludes to Truth as being, "like smoke subtle and free". I wonder at your allusion.

Tuesday, 22 November, 2005  

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