Truth Island

17 December 2017

Truth is an island,
to which I row,
the sea around breaks,
and shrugs my boat
further from.  I shrug to
the oars.  The sea becomes
like a gel.  The harder I row
the further from Truth
I am pushed.  My boat becomes
stuck in the congealing sea,
wide of Truth, wide
of learning the answer,
until revelation comes across
the water toward me,
showing me Truth is in the rowing,
not in the attaining.

Philip Kuepper
(10 December 2017)

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