Toward Truth

A man who harbors in his heart

A longing to Realize,

Has the possibility of realizing

That nothing in this life

Is what he assumed it to be.

 

That nothing in this life

Turned out to be

What he thought it was.

 

That nothing in this life

Turned out to be

What society and the world

Had painted it to be.

 

Notions

Remained notions.

 

Concepts

Remained concepts.

 

Fantasies

Remained fantasies.

 

No man

Need be under any compulsion

To see things

For what they truly are.

 

Every man

Has the right

To live under the spell

Of Fantasy.

 

Be they imposed by society,

Spirituality,

Self-help,

Or himself.

 

The sincere man

Has the possibility of realizing

That all things

Turned out to be something other

Than he had imagined.

 

Business.

Career.

Happiness.

Family.

Friends.

Relationships.

Parenting.

Money.

People.

The World . . .

 

For his entire life,

He has had a notion,

An idea,

A philosophy,

A concept,

Of how such things are.

 

Somewhere along the way,

His notions and philosophies

Were shattered.

 

He may have attempted to reassemble the pieces.

He may have denied that they shattered.

 

Moving forward,

The sincere man

Is weary to buy into notions.

 

He is suspicious

Of concepts and ideals.

 

He develops a distate

For neat and pretty conclusions.

 

He turns his back

Upon the concepts and institutions

That society has manufactured.

 

For when he lived a life

Blinded by his illusions,

He lived a life

Of pain.

 

The things he hoped for

Did not arise.

 

The people he longed for

Did not reciprocate.

 

The life he imagined

Did not happen.

 

The mechanics of the machine

Functioned altogether differently

Than what he had always been told.

 

It is then

That Truth . . .

Became the only path for him.

 

Everything else

Simply fell aside.

 

For he would never return

To a life of pain

Ever again.

 

 

Namaste.