Truth Witnessing
What light through yonder window breaks . . . Shakespeare
I honor every feeling
no matter how fleeting
with no regrets or doubts
no second thoughts
nor second guesses,
no buyers remorse at
having already decided
what may not work for
eternity, to infinity, or
for the best . . . eventually.
What’s chosen in each
moment is right for
then, for now, is the
only moment I have . . .
. . .chosen to be alive
not just survive
the vicissitudes
of life on planet Me.
This moment leaves
no room for self . . .
. . .doubt or the mind’s
foment. Mind desires
what is right but knows
not how to reach
what the body needs.
Please grant me
the mettle, O Universe,
to magnify my voice
until I hear it ringing . . .
bringing truth from
where she hides . . . her
luminosity, my every
feeling of not daring to
see truth’s transparency.