Truth
I.
When everything comes into question,
Metaphor points to the Logos,
Which is truth, light, and the Way.
Though all rivers may sink into
The deepest depths of the earth,
So too may all water be lifted into the
City of Heaven in the clouds.
All rivers flow to the ocean.
Look for those things which
Are in common.
Look for those things which
Share a likeness.
II.
Many paths thine eyes may find
Throughout the gardens of thy mind,
But only one will ever lead
Thine heart and soul to be Aligned.
III.
If thou mist climb, climb to me.
If thou must walk, walk by my side.
If thou must look, see me in all things.
If thou must hear, hear me in the music.
If thou must know me, simply ask.
IV.
From a meager seed I’ll grow
The greatest Sage thou’lt ever know.
His trunk will reach up high to me,
That my soft rains will, to him, flow.
V.
Where the Sage grows,
Soft rains will flow,
Upon all His Garden,
Above and below.
VI.
Throughout the ancient canopy
I blow my breath and scatter seed
To every corner of the earth,
That every slave may soon be freed.
Some seeds fall on fertile soil,
Though many fall to strife and toil,
And they are choked by thorns and thistles,
Lest they, to their God, recoil.
VII.
A man may be likened unto a dry forest, for he leaves dry leaves on his floor, and the fires come and burn what must be burned.