A Few Thoughts About Truth

A Few thoughts about truth. That's it. What’s truth? If I’m here in my room, inwardly in my inner room, with an outer room out of me, around then this is the truth for me, in that moment, that second. People tell stories, that store truth over truth on individual storeys. They are poets that verse in layers And their truth is the truth When they truly tell it When they truly feel it In their hearts and their souls. Your truth is not always my truth But our truthes layer on the corner Of the paper Sometimes Sometimes a lot Sometimes a less Sometimes. Clouds are clouds are everywhere, although when I see them I see them different than you see But they are the truth In the two truthes of us Two. True. Sometimes I want to see the world Trough your truth, sometimes just a tiny glimpse into the Uuniverse that sits next to mine, next to me, inside of you, around, sometimes, it glows in me. She must be a beauty, your truth and she truly is, in her unique truthfull uniqueness. Truth is when I truly see you When I truly take you with Your truth when I truly See the truth in me Through you. That’s true. I want to honour your truthes Beauty that blossoms as light In my hands, this singular single true story, that sits in your soul and in my soul, in all lights we are all in the worlds truth connected in an infinite dance, that embraces and in the center listens the heart to the rhythm of steps with a soft lovely smile.