Truth in stillness

What remains when the story goes?

Shiny armor stripped bare,

Hearts no longer in throws.

To deconstruct our walls and seek to inquire,

To take bricks we once cherished

And offer them to the pyre.

It is our path, our unified goal,

To have the courage to examine 

the dark corners of one’s soul.

Discernment ends identity with mind

Which believes one thought tells the whole story–

A delusional perspective, deceptive in kind.

For how could one point paint the whole picture?

Like grasping the sky or catching the wind,

Truth is too vast for lines to capture.

When we are at odds with the world,

Subjective truth is a hammer’s descent,

Breaking all that won’t fit in its mold.

The only sure way to remove the sinner

Is to set the table beautifully

And invite truth to dinner.

There’s nothing to do, no one is ill.

No need to fix, for the seeing is freeing 

As we move from hostile to “how still.”