Seek not your truth in absolutes or axioms
What you’ll find there is comfort
Truth is not found in comfort, but in joy

Seek not your truth in revered and ancient tomes
What you’ll find there is knowledge
Truth is not found in knowledge, but in knowing

Seek not your truth in common understanding
What you’ll find there is provisional acceptance
Truth is not found in acceptance, but in singularity

Seek not your truth in scientific cannon
What you’ll find there is limitation
Truth is not found in limitation, but in imagination

Seek not your truth in philosophic doctrine
What you’ll find there are rules for living
Truth is not found in rules for living, but in the magic that is life

Come. Seek your truth as you would a bright wild berry

Crawling – on bare briar-prickled knees
Reaching – eyes wide and mouth awater
Longing – for that sweet fruit that teases you, tempts you, taunts you
From behind its curtained camouflage of glossy leaves

That fruit that is only for you
Because only you can see it

Come. Pluck your truth before it is one moment riper

Feel it yield into your fingers and brush against your lips
Feel it nestle on your tongue then burst between your teeth
Feel its seeds, its juices, its flesh as it fills your mouth

With truth

Then, if it be still sweet
Swallow

Make it a part of you

But know that when you share it with another
Likely they will say to you,
“I see no berry. Likely you are mad.”

© 2014 Dixie Gillaspie, all rights reserved