Truth took my hand
Guided me down rivers
Of delusional temptresses
She had a firm grip
On my pulsing wrist
Wriggling to be free
She showed me suffering
Villages of modern and ancient man
Human pangs of death
Of hunger
Of desire
And finally
She showed me at the delta
Approaching my personal
Ocean of limitless stillness
Her sister,
Beauty
Truth passed my
Being
Onward to her sister’s
Winged care
Lifted
Beyond comprehension
We rose
Above
She gathered me up
Swaddled in her
Downey warmth of heart
She cooed to my
Quivering ears
Evangelical notes.
Strung pearls woven
Upon wave-shapen
Cumulus cloud piles
Below
The delta
The river within
Colored
A different sort of light
A different sense of thought
Where human suffering
Was met
With love
With knowing
Beauty
She said:
“My sister, Truth...”
As she paused
With an infinite breath
Eternally echoing
earned wisdom...
“She told me, to take care of you,
In my soft Embrace.”
And I thanked,
Their Mother
For Her
Love.