Truth
Every word is real
Real is true
There can be no other truths
Other than this.
First
Second thought
Wait in silence
Untill it's apparent
What comes next
Will be real also
If i use my will
To open the door
By spouting my words.
Into physical actuality
Does would could
I shape what is real
And true
For now.
Where is our right
To know where is the truth
Hiding in plain sight
Below us
Not above.
We walk along a narrow path
Weve given ourselves
Futures potentiality
Cursed with our vision.
Self imposed
Actioning
Unconsciose maybe
Guidence
We do not need.
Unless we want to, be determind
Already by our own perceptions
Our own, honesty
Our own evidence
Accumilated and practiced
We cannot go back
Once reality strikes
A point is made
Discernable and solid
Past
Not mistaken
Has brought us to this
And in this
I am real.
I am what is true, though I maybe wrong.
In the gap.
Between..
Guess, wait...
Truth...
Truth from inside
Disturbs others
In their own certainty
That their own truth
Is how they will succeed
Truth from outside
Scientifically produced
Is the bedrock of the mountain of knowing
We are all obliged to climb.
Where truth is placed
The means of connection
Produces a modle of threads
Criss crossing and interacting.
A truth there.
Effects
All truths everywhere.
From now on
From all the now's on
I know...
I reckon
That true is real.
As honesty
As the practice of actuality.
Wrong things
Cannot be
Coming into our internal awareness.
From commonality
True for me
And only me
Means more likely than not.
Unique nature had a unique reaction
To a unique moment of experiance.
True for ua?
I hope not
I really do.
Cos am backwards
Cos am getting simpilar
Boiling things down
Getting the gist
And still
Not being moved from my stance.
That the first rule of the universe is to achieve the greatest possible accumilation of information
Humans are born in the universes image
But, we, are seperated. Insulated protected inside our own, physical aspect.
©wrennie
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