-- Finding Truth --

John Herlihy

Denying truth,

The ego makes its claims.

I am my own truth,

Nothing of truth remains.

Truth lies beyond us,

It cannot be found inside.

Truth will bind us,

With the vast universe wide.

Imagining truth,

Wondering what I will know.

Where will it lead me,

That final destination we all go.

Intangible, invisible,

Not something that we see.

A unity of one, indivisible,

Sewn into everything we be.

Seeking truth,

The path sharp as a razor.

Difficult and narrow,

Balance is in our favor.

We live in dread,

Without the benefit of truth’s goal.

In seeking, we feel fed,

Nibbling the crumbs of our beggar’s bowl.

Finding truth,

In life, no true attachment.

Ever seeking, ever finding,

That one true attachment.

We are as children,

In the field of an uncertain reality.

We are as seeking pilgrims,

Within the realm of a certain mystery.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Monday 2 August 2021