A Beautiful Truth?
I know
it's not for ever
it comes from nothing
and goes to nothing
I know the perfect truth,
the ultimate reality
But could it be a little
soft, serene, mild?
A beautiful truth?
The ultimate reality?
it's not for ever
it comes from nothing
and goes to nothing
I know the perfect truth,
the ultimate reality
But could it be a little
soft, serene, mild?
A beautiful truth?
The ultimate reality?
Labels: About life, Poems in St. Petersburg
posted by White Square at
7:23 pm
3 Comments:
A lovely refection. Maybe the ultimate truth is a paradox~ incredibly simple yet always just beyond our imagination. Best wishes
My best wishes for a joyful New Year Gina. How are you coping and your pets in this heat! Hope to see you some time later into the New Year!
Truth looks beautiful, Truth looks Mild, Truth looks serene. The Ultimate One.
When realised, it sinks like a fish. And Nature helps to do so. Beautiful. Serene. Soft.
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