Truth Bleeds

On the on-academic aspect of truth for us western, platonic, hyper rational ists.

TRUTH BLEEDS

I looked on the mountain for truth

in the cracks, on the peaks.

I looked in schools and books

until my head hurt.

I cried like a poet seeking truth.

A taste, a nibble,

aroma of truth

is all I could find, damn my mind.

Then wisdom spoke

to me, she cried,

she felt, she loved,

she healed, and she gave birth.

She bowed her head and surrendered

her life on the bloody tree

for me.

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About maaark

Carpenter, student, interested in beliefs and cultures of the world View all posts by maaark

2 responses to “Truth Bleeds

  • theothergardener

    “Here is no water but only rock
    Rock and no water and the sandy road
    The road winding above among the mountains
    Which are mountains of rock without water
    If there were water we should stop and drink
    Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
    Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
    If there were only water amongst the rock”
    -Elito ‘The Wasteland’

    Of course Eliot was a right ponce, later on, but he gets at something here.
    TOG

  • maaark

    “And Moses struck the rock and water gushed out in the wilderness”

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