Essence

Truth

does not lie

In the trite phrases,

The euthanized tenets,

The anemic cliches,

Or the verbose and repetitive ramblings,

Of spiritualists, self-helpists, motivationalists, and speakers.

 

Authority

Is the enemy.

 

Living up to ideals

Is for those with clipped wings.

 

Following doctrines

Is for the brainless.

 

Practicing prescriptions

Is for the common and the soulless.

 

Truth lies

Beyond things.

 

Truth lies

In the foundation of things.

 

Not in the monotony of instruction.

Or in the idiocy of coaching.

 

Truth lies

In places that no sane man

Would think to look.

 

Thus,

It is for the insane.

 

The worldly man

Is a common creature.

 

He gets

What he deserves.

 

Truth

Is for the man

Who believes nothing.

 

Truth

Is for the man

Who sees the world

As an impediment.

 

Truth

Is for the man

Who turns his back

On all ideals,

On all concepts,

On all prescriptions,

On all methods.

 

It is for the man

Who stands before a wild jungle,

That provides no obvious route.

It is for the man

Who stands at the foot of an icy mountain

Whose peak is concealed in raging storms,

And he has no choice

But to arrive at its summit.

 

Truth

Lies beyond all that one has ever been told.

 

It lies

In the deep,

And the mysterious.

 

It lies . . .

In the Essence.

 

 

Namaste.