It takes many lifetimes
To see the true
And to make distinct the false.
The journey is brutal
But cloaked in an embrace of kindness.
I have been tricked
And deceived by my own mind
That didn’t know any better
I have encountered almost everything
That I feared or dreaded
Only to find that they were imposters
It was my courage that was true.
I’ve sought refuge and direction
In books written by the wise
But have come to see
That in times of need
It was my naïveté that saved me.
I have pursued riches in words and wealth
And realised that true power
Lies in silence and emptiness.
I have sought to fulfil myself through desires
And understood that true fulfilment
Cannot be contained in a begging bowl.
Dignity is not a sophisticated dress you wear
It’s an air you breathe…
One that is not polluted
By the garbage in your mind.
An air that isn’t confined to an edifice.
But moves about freely in an unfettered space…
It takes many lifetimes to see
That Truth never leaves your side
And that the False can never stay.