What is truth?

Unfortunately –

No one can be told what the effect is.
You have to know for yourself.
What if this was your last chance?
After, maybe there is no turning back.
You can take the red pill and the story ends.
You wake up in your bed and believe
Whatever you want to believe.
Or you can take the blue pill
And stay in wonderland as I show you
How deep the rabbit hole really goes.

Science says that we are made of detritus
Stuff exploded from distant stars.
Get over it, I say, celebrate it.
After all, what nobler a thought
Could one ever cherish
Than the knowledge that the
Universe lives within us all.
So look up into the stars and with each
Twinkle, wink back to the ancestors they truly are.

There is nothing for which I have
Painted out for myself so joyously
A riot of my affections as in this journey
Through the inner part of my dreams.
Sometimes my thoughts are gated away from the
Dreams which suffers me to be somehow unfit.
But as I gain an awareness of each and every
Mindset, a festivity arises in me with a knowledge
That the father is in the background
Of my every foregrounded piece.

But sometimes those gates are not so easily opened.
Somehow, with each line the locks open and I vibrate differently -
A feeling so deep inside that the effects render me entwined.

That's when I sit up and shout,

“Oh, eternal fountain of feelings,”

I place my hand over my heart and repeat:

“Tis here I trace thee,
Tis here that thy divinity stirs within me.”

I move my hand to my forehead and continue

“Dear God, is love just some pomp of a word?
You, are you not the great sensorium of the world?
You know my languish and you also know of my symptoms.”

Taking my hand from my forehead sitting now Indian style
With my hands on my knees facing upwards.

“I come oh Lord just as I am, without a plea
But that thy blood was shed for me, so I come.”

Closing my eyes looking down in reverence
While thinking the thoughts of the master.

“Would God place a boulder in front of the blind?”

“No my Lord.”

"Would God speak out loud to the deaf?”

“No my Lord.”

“Would God put Love out of reach?”

“No my Lord.”

And then in this concurrent dream state
One sage after another appears to me.

“You will ***** around in broad daylight, just like a blind person groping in the darkness and you will not succeed at anything you do. You will be oppressed and robbed continually and no one will come to save you.” Deut.28:29

“My heart beats wildly, my strength fails and I am going blind.” Psalm 38:10

“Let their eyes go blind so they cannot see and let their bodies grow weaker and weaker.” Psalm 69:23

“So I let them follow their blind and stubborn way living according to their own desires.” Psalm 81:12

“Is there one who made your ears deaf?
Is there one who formed your eyes blind?” Psalm 94:9

“For the wise person sees while the fool is blind. Yet I saw that wise and foolish people share the same fate.” Eccles. 2:14

Looking up from my inner self,
I see the darkness gaining its entry in.
The battle that is without is also within.

“I sleep but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved
that knocketh saying, open to me my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled:
for my head is filled with dew and my locks with the drops of the night.” Song of Solomon 5:2

“And it shall come to pass that in the last days, saith God; I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh and
Your sons and daughters will prophesy and your young men shall see visions. And your old men shall dream concurrent dreams.” Acts 2:17

Rising to my feet I know now that it is
In my blindness that now I see.
It is in my deafness
That now I hear.
And in the darkness
Like the stars at night,
That is how I see the light.
In these many, many concurrent dreams.