Truth

Truth is simple, is pure and is exact. There is no elaboration, it may be concise, but it doesn't set out to deceive. It is however elusive, and will not raise its head for each one who wants it to raise its head for them. And truth doesn't believe in 'facts' and other ignorance that refuses question. Truth is a liar to the lost. They will not be touched by it, it will avoid them. The nature of truth lies in love and beauty, so to be in touch with truth, then you would have to be in touch with love and beauty. There is a place, a direction, a house to visit, and when you arrive there, you will receive its riches, and nowhere has greater riches than truth.

Money, Dreams, and Sunshine

And the money stays intact, it lacks intention, it is frozen in itself, and it means nothing to me anyway, I wonder if it may mean something to itself! And the first rain of the summer is promised, and until it arrives, I will fix on the idea of eternal sunshine. It gives a glimpse of the beauty that we can discover and it suggests spirit, and it holds life within itself, and its strength overpowers the ordinary, the mundane, the trivial. And outside of my window a world is happening, and now and again, I commune with it, am I vain enough to think that I contribute to it? And when I withdraw from the place of obvious living, I receive the images and the messages in slumber. And then I awake to find myself free from the meaning and the wisdom of the dream. And strength confronts me, and it questions, and I think I understand its reasons, and it looks for change from me, and I know I must relent, and toss my weaknesses aside.

The Place

I think that you had it right, that evening in a strange place to me. And in a place in which I had never been before, I was lost somehow. And I should have been invisible, and I should have been unclear, and I should have been known only to myself in that moment. And I walked away to be alone, to be away, just to be away, away to my mind, that was confronting me, away to my truth. And I walked further away, and I travelled distant, not to be away from the thoughts nor the things inside of me, but to be away from a particular moment. And in that particular moment, I felt the lack of freedom to consider a part of me that was tugging at me, and asking of me for some kind of spiritual help. I feel it still, in dreams and in my waking time. It confronts me and asks me to assist. And I work on what there is that I can do. I try to find the place where I can communicate, where I can be at one with the memory and the memory of the memory. There is a place that looms, somewhere between the dream and a past reality, and a reality that I need to make real in the present time. There is a place, waiting to be discovered by me, and I need to find where it is.

Confrontation

Confrontation with adversity, I recline, looking into the near future, I look for the exit door. Other eyes project with purpose, with daring and will. I wish to dwell in a little world of understanding, and its peaceful place of my idea of reality. I close the door and listen, I have nothing to say, but listen to the silence. Emotion raises its uneasy voice, it is nervous and there is a trembling within it, and it hardly accepts even itself. I focus on all of the love that I can find, anger can only betray my truth, and in a moment it will give regret and remorse. And the summertime is full of peace, and it smiles on the day. It brings a message. It understands. It projects truth, and this truth is an easy thing, and it cares. And this is where confrontation is lost, is a loser, there is no care in its eyes. It is reckless and irrational and will become embarrassed by itself and turn and run in the face of understanding.

Perhaps

Perhaps we could make it right, if you lean to me and and if I lean to you. Perhaps our differences have only been confusions, perhaps they are overblown, overrated. I knew from first I saw you, that you were my person, and that time when you smiled upon my innocence, and it made me take a step back from you. Perhaps then, love doesn't have to mean perfection. Perhaps our feelings can be reconciled. Perhaps that evening through the curtains, wasn't what I wanted it to be, what it appeared to me. Perhaps, I could've been messing with my mind. And perhaps, love is lost to purity and perhaps, it walks alone. And perhaps, I never really needed you, nor the hurt that your pride loves to employ.

The Latest Trend

So its cool to be politically correct, which is nothing more than bigotry anyway, and the trend is to accept homosexuality as being normal. Fine, forces are at work, making you not want to personally think about these issues, not to consider,not to decide for yourself, to be sucked in, to cease your mind from thinking, whatever it may arrive at. We are all not the same, and that is why, we must make personal decisions, not leave it to the latest trend, to a populist idea, that wants to drag you into acceptance of things that you, in your heart could very easily be opposed to.

The Gift is Given

The lie of re-invention, lies shattered on the floor, truth is wide awake gazing at the ashes of the absurdity of this vain release. And although the sky may darken momentarily, it re-focuses into light,. And looking at a particular truth, of a particular relationship, there is comfort in the differences, in the division. And truth is where all of love must lie, and sometimes perhaps, difficult to search into, to process, and someone once said, I think it was Camus, that love is multi faceted, and lately I feel that I have become to close to understanding this. Love can be embarrassed by itself, it can try to turn itself into indifference or even dislike, but in the peace of the quiet moment in the stillness of the heart and mind, the gift is given.

Truth

Eventually, pretentious people enter into your light of understanding, they will not succeed, you will discover the truth of them, and then slightly smile, in a sympathetic way at their simplicity, their innocence, their wanting to be taken on. How disappointing to be distanced from truth and from personal reality. Surely a recipe for depression itself. And today I was dwelling on the laughter and the tears of what was real, for someone close to me, and who dwells no more, but yet remains close to me in the truth of my heart. And I examine my duties as regards him, and how it could have been more, could have been better, and I thought that, reality has aspects perhaps not obvious, perhaps beyond the material and the spiritual.

This Place

This place that I am in is constant, no matter where I may venture to go. 'This place' is the feeling of the heart and of the soul and is a spiritual reality. So to dwell within this place is the duty of understanding. And to dwell, is to seep into the spirit with fiery eyes and quietude. Fear must be overcome, and its blindness controlled. I must walk alone to a truthful understanding. No hand on my shoulder, and indeed, it would be refused. The emptiness is stilled and overwhelmed by the effort. There is peace even in this basic awareness. This place is a place to become home. This place is a place outside of me, that I will embrace until I make it a part of me, and it will in turn make me a part of it too. And then there will be unity and in the unity love will guide the way.

Today

Today has been trying to bring me down. Has been tugging at the sleeve of my heart, pointing at certain directions it wants me to look to, so I am not afraid to look, and then I look back at the day and search into its eyes, and ask 'today, just who do you think you are?'

Onion Goggles

Saw for the first time today 'Onion Goggles.' I should have been wearing them the time I was making a Chilli, put the onions in followed by those devilish chillies 'Scotch Bonnets' and then decided to wipe my eyes............