Truth Is Pure | Spoken Word Poetry

Truth is Pure is a poem about the unnamable quality of life, that is despite this, so real to us.
It a calling towards our compelling nature and the way in which it may unhook us from the everyday sufferings and egoic constructs - to give way to something unique that evokes possibility.

Transcript

Truth is pure. It's hard to grasp, Slips through my words, The truth a slippery slope to claim. Yet we know it dearly, It's love, It's hope, Finding presence in dismay. Clearly it's our ultimate longing to merge with, Create for and become as our nature, Pure and raw. Flowing through our veins, An unwavering force, The composition of life revealing itself with every action we see the source. And it's captivating, Artistic, Breaking into new ground, A sound you haven't yet heard, A sense you've always known blossoming through each word. And it moves us, Moves us to the point we revel, Suspended in time, Sublime chorus of heart and mind, Coherence of life. I'm trying to find my way out of this mess, Seek truth, Find love, Recessed from the issue itself, The chattering matter, The egoic complaint, An illusory skin I place on my face as I smile out at the world with poverty in my soul, Fooling everyone but myself and eventually come crashing down, Rupturing and falling into the hole, Rupturing and falling into the hole. It's dark and gloomy, Empty and lost. Yet as I dig deeper, Turn and toss, The wholeness behind these thoughts can finally transgress, Give voice, Evolve. No longer do I seek it, But rather feel found, Grounded in truth, I've severed my ties to life. Am I still alive? It's kind of an irrelevant question and I ask it for the last time for now I'm born into eternity, Ceasing to suffer with the continual preoccupation and hunger for certainty. It's simple, It's love, It's hope, Beware truth, Truth can be a slippery slope, A slippery slope, A dangerous path. If we hold on to it, Addicted to its power, Have others worship it as if it were ours, Our name up in lights. But how long does this last? How long are we ready to chase the fame? And where does this leave us? What are we to want? There's a subtle difference between desire and truth arising when we humble ourselves to drop our means to an end approach and adopt a scope that's wider, Illustrious, Compelling, Us to know when to stop, To start, To leave it to the silence, To the breaks and pause, The words now crumbling, My voice retreating. Truth is pure. Truth is pure.

Reviews

Absolutely beautiful work, dear one!!

This is really unique, and I loved it. Loved the whole vibe. ❤

Different and interesting! I like the fade out ending 🙏