To Find Truth

To Find Truth

A Poem by EJ Servellon
"

Be still, and hear the voice of truth.

"

To find truth,

Is to find yourself on a new path.

A path that strikes fear in most, who have come across it.

A path that appears obscure, unfamiliar, unknown.



Only because we have just forgotten.

By the amnesia that consumes us.

Robbing us of our essence, our innocence, our truth.



Once limitless and formless.

Countless birds flying in all directions.

Our wings now twisted or clipped.

To only now walk the common familiar path.

Infused by the outside world.



To live the same stories over and over.

That keeps us limping along.

With or without crutches.

Constantly asking..why?

Will we ever get there?



A broken and skipping record.

Fighting with itself to continue a song, yet cannot.

Longing, and beckoning to be changed to a new tune.



To acknowledge the call,

Is the first step to reclaiming our lost power.

Our abandoned kingdoms.

Each step on this path is an earthquake.

Shaking all foundations to the ground.

Fueled with the burning wrath to find Truth,

As you enter this path.



 

DO NOT

Believe what you have heard.

DO NOT

Believe in tradition, just because it has been handed down for many generations.

DO NOT

Believe anything because it is rumored or spoken by countless others.

DO NOT

Believe merely because the written statement of an old sage is produced.

DO NOT

Believe as TRUTH that which you have become attached to by habit

DO NOT

Believe merely on the authority of your teachers and elders.

DO NOT EVEN

Believe yourself, based on what you know in your limited mind.

ONLY

Believe after abandonment of ALL preconceptions, after observations, intuition, faith, and EXPERIENCE.



That which you seek, you will find.

When it agrees with your heart.

The best version of yourself.

As you came into this world.

Unaltered.



When it is conducive to the good, and benefit of one and ALL.

When you no longer need words to understand,

As it now resonates, and can be felt with clarity.

From an original source, an echo, a breath, a logos.

That only desires to know itself.



A reflection of appreciation.

To learn from the colors created in the palette of emotions.

For you are the only one of you, in the infinite universe.

To teach what no one can teach but to ourselves.

To be truly and most deeply yourself.



Simply being.

Simply breathing.

Simply living.

Simply loving.

Simply..

Truth

© 2019 EJ Servellon


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EJ Servellon
EJ Servellon

Mount Prospect, IL



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Wise man once said: Our Age is seeking a new spring of life. I found one and drank of it, and the water tasted good. I share this thought as well. more..

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