you can't handle the truth

1.26.25

Peace if possible, truth at any rate.

Martin Luther 1483-1546 CE

You’re asking who knows the truth.

One may move so well that a foot-print never shows. -Lao Tzu

Step into the corner of night, the edge of the blue-steel future,
step into those things that you have hoped for, but haven't said.

You are a field left fallow, an unanswered question, a small slice
of winter that was hidden and saved for the long, slow heat of summer.

Where are your foot-prints now? What is it that you have hidden,

buried deep somewhere? How will you move at all, so badly wounded?
You are the sum and total of your every experience, your every thought.

And this is the boat of your life, slicing through a choppy, shallow bay,
the dog that just walked away, the river that laughed at the bayou

and went where it wanted to go, the sun that burned and ravaged the land.
Step into the corner of night, the edge of the blue-steel future,

step into those things that you have hoped for, but never said.
You wanted to know the truth? Friend, the truth is inside of you.

You are the only one who ever knew the truth.

jobe

We say ‘Rumi’ for short. Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi is a mouthful. 1207-1273 CE.

Yes, you did get something right.

Be utterly humble and you shall hold on
To the foundation of peace. -Lao Tzu

You are not the hammer, or the nail, or even the board;
you are the breeze brushing against the carpenter's smile.

You are not the dog, or the leash, or the master;
you are the sunlight the dog sees when the front door opens.

You are the choices
and the one who chooses.

It’s the road that matters, not the destination, and all those people
that you love? It turns out that you are right about that. Nice.

jobe

A poem by Thylias Moss: