Eric Cockrell


The Truth That Sets You Free!


the worth of truth lies not
in whether Buddha said it,
Jesus said it, or even one of
the great thinkers or poets
said it...
the worth of truth lies in
whether you've experienced it,
felt it, lived it, whether it
is exuded through the pores of
your very being...
this is the truth that sets
you free... the truth that changes,
breathes, and lives!

Submitted: Saturday, December 31, 2011

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  • Greg Uhan (12/31/2011 10:06:00 AM)

    So true. All anyone can do is encourage others to set out on their own personal pursuit of truth. With open mind, disciplined will, and loving heart, we're all capable of reaching the realization of oneness. (Report) Reply

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