When I met truth,
I pretended I had already accepted,
It to know.
Until one day it insisted,
I not look away.
But keep my eyes fixed upon it.
And at first this was difficult.
I began to use excuses.
Then I felt truth had personally,
Intended to send me...
On an inner mission.
One I attempted to refuse.
Truth became relentless.
So relentless to make me,
Just as relentless too.
To become honest with myself.
And everywhere I went.
No longer could I prevent,
The doing of truth.
Or allow it deceived.
I became stubborn.
And would not budge.
My eyes were opened.
Regardless who resented the truth,
I kept within me to believe.
To stay on this inner mission.
And accept as my life permanently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem