Voice of Truth

In the middle of it all,

Pain and gladness remain.


Consuming our days.

Giving thought,

Scale tips here or there.

We let go,

Only planting more seeds of what remains in our constructs.

Walking with,

Finding peace amidst the suffering.

Stepping out,

Knowing we are shadow of doubt and light of hope.

Frozen in time,

Stuck or more illusion of so.


All there is.

We move on,

Acknowledging yin and the yang.

Carry on,

Love flows from the soul.

Surrounded by blindness,

Continuing to step in joy and gladness.

The pain still remains,

We are whole.


The voice of truth is shared.

Stepping into the Canvas with truth. As we step, we think, we share, we do…cyclical or magical this is what we do.