if truth be known

if truth be known

if truth be known


inner peace and silence,
or storms extreme and chaos strong,
are of the same piece of cloth.

inner and outer instability are the norm,
times of peace and of war,
pleasure and pain,
love and at times hate,
union and loneliness,
community and isolation,
each experienced in varying degrees,
stacked,
taking a number,
waiting their turn to come on stage.

sometimes the ocean is calm,
at others a great storm,
the inner world clear and organized.
then littered with wreckage,
leaving one holding on for dear life
in a raging turmoil seeming without end,
yet it does end,
some peace returns,
then it begins again.

amidst it all if truth be known
the soul can still be at peace,
for the love of the infinite and It’s presence,

(closer to us than our skin, bones, tissue,
 one with our mind,
our soul,
of It’s substance,
in Eternals image made),

is the only constant,
the true center,
no wavering in good times or bad,
for in the end all are the same
as slowly we find our way home.

ebb and flow is our meat,
ups and downs are what teach us
if we but listen,
and if not,
these up and downs will increase in intensity
until the lesson of love learned,
either in the inner or the outer,
which in reality are the same.


there is oneness,
unity,
that leads to expansion.

the shattered mind is diminishment
encased in the prison of its own delusion,
a castle
that has become a dungeon.

yet love is kind,
even if experienced as cruelty,
for the fire of the spirit
will leave no peace until the oneness embraced,
rooted in love beyond all telling
understanding,
comprehension.

infinite patience waits