Aug 7
If I speak truth without knowing until later when affirmed, then I know it was another.
If I speak truth, yet woven in it are greater and deeper truths, constructed without intent nor awareness, then I know it was another.
If my simplicity conceals a manifold complexity with greater simplicity, ie beauty, then I know it was another.
If what I wrote or said long ago is ever new, surprising and constantly inspiring with each re-reading or re-hearing, as if they are living and ever growing, then I know it was another.
If every thought is not only consistent with all that's revealed but reveals yet more, especially that most subtle but utterly profound, that I cannot help but believe that I've transcended into a realm beyond all earth, then I know it was another.
If it is what it is, is so familiar, like one knew from long ago, and never apart, inseparable as soul and spirit, heart and mind, that it's mere shadow is sufficient for proof, then I know it was another.
If I speak truth, yet woven in it are greater and deeper truths, constructed without intent nor awareness, then I know it was another.
If my simplicity conceals a manifold complexity with greater simplicity, ie beauty, then I know it was another.
If what I wrote or said long ago is ever new, surprising and constantly inspiring with each re-reading or re-hearing, as if they are living and ever growing, then I know it was another.
If every thought is not only consistent with all that's revealed but reveals yet more, especially that most subtle but utterly profound, that I cannot help but believe that I've transcended into a realm beyond all earth, then I know it was another.
If it is what it is, is so familiar, like one knew from long ago, and never apart, inseparable as soul and spirit, heart and mind, that it's mere shadow is sufficient for proof, then I know it was another.
