THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE
     
 
TRUTH

In the Image, in the Seeing, who or what is of value?
     
     The answer does not ring in clarion peal nor sough along the passage of the wind. It does not burst forth, suspended music freed from shackling instrument. My mind strives in mulling jigsaw interlocking thought with concept and distancing my infant from instrinsic Truth.
     
     It comes slowly, like unhurried tingeing of the golden red, the green and fading brown creeping into leaves at the season of Colours. It comes quietly, like the silent flow of stars across the blanket Sky sewn bright and shining into clusters along the seams of Night.
     
     It does not call, mournful as the wild wolf making mountain air lonely, nor does it pound green sod like drumming hooves of horses one with sky and earth, swallowing miles to race across the beat of Time.
     
     It has its own way, its rhythm and movement - this Feeling searching for its sense of home, familiarity and oneness with all Earth.
     
     I feel this wondering like the Stream that wends its curious search among the rocks shapen without thought, and tumbled carelessly through space and span of aeons, yet fashioned by the Stream into their naming.
     
     It is the mystery of the Ages, the pull of the Universe sated with its symbols telling out the secrets of preverbal Man.
     
     It is Truth asking for admittance through tooth-edged arguments of speculation. Doubt, feeling carefully for answers still submerged.
     
     Knowledge can close doors. Innocence raped by disclosure shutting out Peace, and yet, there will be the Final Integration. Seeing through my inner eye and no one else's - intrinsic Truth.
     
     I feel the sureness of Dawn's first light on mountain peak that heralds fuller shining of a Day newly crowned. And so - trial by Fire, trial by Water. Snow melts when Sun ascends its zenith path.
     
     So it is with fire-baked earth lying dormant through long Winter moons until Spring floods come and tender shoots push up holding out new Life.
     
     Just as Truth buds will open silently, unhurriedly in Time. I will wait.
     
     11-26-88
     
     Goessoftly
     Retired Therapist
     www.goessoftlyishere.com
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