“The dictum that truth always triumphs over persecution is one of the pleasant falsehoods which men repeat after one another till they pass into commonplaces, but which all experience refutes.” -John Stuart Mill
How do we frame this our reality?
Where are we now that defines how we feel?
It’s not what is past or what is to be,
It is the here and now, all that is real.
We cannot change what has been and is done,
Long lost longings lay littering the mind,
Desiring of brighter days washed with sun,
Masks the joy of the moment we may find.
Once stopping these whirring wheels that wither
And letting go of all our clinging needs,
Come back centre not hither and tither,
We will rediscover the dormant seeds
Of our true nature bursting in flower,
Feeling the world’s glory and power.