My Wishing Well Throws a Penny to Wish You Well
I felt inspired to write this. I just let the content find the structure.
A Wishing Well for the Truth That Sets All Free
My heart is aching,
For the tears keep welling up,
Like a wishing well,
Every tear is a penny for peace,
Every breath is an acknowledgement of life,
For I have been crying for a long time,
To be heard,
And what I have learned
Is indifference is the answer.
The walls in this world are ignorance,
We are never physically imprisoned,
It is the narrow mind,
The hollow heart,
The rigid thinker,
That erects bars from beliefs,
For these are the schools without walls,
That have never known freedom
or justice.
I am trying to understand the pain,
For it a wound that cannot be seen,
Some will say it can’t be real,
That it is imagined,
They will accuse me from behind the bar,
They will say I am wrong,
That I don’t belong,
That the one song is social isolation,
They will play their cards,
They will go for a royal flush,
For their end game is to win the game,
Yet for me there is no game,
Only endings.
As I look to the setting sun,
I feel the pinks, crimsons and blue turn to grey,
Another day ending,
Yet as night follows day I cannot bare false witness to another,
I can only feel for the heart of truth,
I can only take refuge in the truth that has a heart,
In order to find my way home.
Interrogation is not about justice,
It seeks inconsistencies in an imperfect world,
It is ‘Thomas the Doubter’ that never believes in truth,
Facts inform the structure of argument,
But never the content of formless harmony.
Criticism is not about problem solving,
It is a problem revolving in order to criticise,
Seeking to dismantle who you are,
For to win is to destroy what is innocent,
And what is innocent cannot destroy to win,
For the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth,
Is only found in innocent inquiries,
As truth is never absolute in a world of relativity,
It can only be resolute in the moment of truth realised,
As inquiry is the silent meditation that illuminates what is hidden,
And what is hidden always shines brightest before it dawns,
As inquiry leaves no stone unturned,
For to turn over the philosophers stone is to know inquiry,
Asking – A penny for your thought?
Realising:
To know is to not know,
To not know is to know,
Humility,
For this is the civility,
Of the only truth,
That sets YOU free,
As you are me,
And this is the interrogatory
That remains a silent witness
In the heart of your inquiry.
My pain leaves,
As the tree of knowledge shelters me,
For I am the island in a sea of indifference,
Perhaps others lost at sea can find me,
For I am a safe haven,
A refuge,
For heaven is safe,
Without a sound,
For this is the peace I found,
In silence.