Truth is in the dialogue
with my imagination,
which offers me
the possibility
of irrational objectivity.
Just as my insight changes,
so, too, my consciousness
reflects the nested reality
of whar makes me up –
and what I’m making up.
It helps me to see.
If I walk barefoot,
and absorb the power
of the creative force…
within without me.
The eye of the heart –
listens attentively,
touches carefully,
smells intently,
tastes completely.
Truth must be shared
to be real and satisfying.
Its light dispels reactivity
and radiates community –
Seeing with God’s eyes.
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