People believe the value of truth,
Depends on interpretation.
They are absent of clues...
That truth is not a product of a whim.
It is something that sits within one's spirit.
And can be 'seen'!
Truth 'is' as oxygen is to life.
If something is tainted about it...
It doesn't have to be describe,
To know it is their existing.
It is felt.
It is known.
Like a blade of grass created.
Connecting to an accepted nature
That has embraced us.
That's how truth is!
To all who know it.
For those who don't...
Always have an excuse to hide behind!
As if steel and concrete will prevent truth
From being known!
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Spoken with great wisdom and knowledge, thank you for sharing your wisdom with us. May peace and joy fill your heart each and everyday. Scott