Truth
In quiet moments
my soul rises from
this earthly plane
to celestial heights;
the mind is at peace
and the soul communicates
with some mysterious cosmic power
that is so pure
so beautiful
and so overwhelming
In such moments
I feel so helpless
so insignificant
My soul is lost
within this mysterious realm
whose magnitude fills the universe
for I am now a part
of this mysterious consciousness
Is this Truth
- Absolute Truth?
In such moments
I probe my logical mind
- my scientific mind;
I explore my upbringing
and psychological background
to test the validity
of this consciousness
but they are all silent
It is as if this is a domain
so convincing in itself
that logic stands helpless
Feelings reign supreme then
- such intense feelings:
peace-generating
and beauty-creating
that self is overwhelmed
by their magnitude
Ego is defeated
and the soul is set free
- completely free
from everything that binds it
on this earthly plane
for I become a part
and yet the whole
of this mystery
- a paradox in itself
Is this Truth
- Absolute Truth?
Copyright © John Beharry | Year Posted 2013
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