Truth
Maybe this time, this day, for me
New breath, eyes open, I will see
Lucid are my memories of long ago
I see father, sister, child,
Spirits high, faces aglow
Accepting truth in the form revealed
Its nakedness, vulnerability well-heeled
Seemingly transformed, living in the now
Flawless vision, wisdom, know-how
All at once truth appears
A calm and simple state
Once revealed.
Copyright © Theresa Johnston | Year Posted 2012
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