Sound of Truth

I am an honest seeker of Truth. I have been searching outside and I have gotten lost. I am lost as I am seeking as a blind fool.

The Truth is here in the tips of my fingers as I type this words. My body has awaken to feel it.

The Truth is being spoken through all day and night, throughout the eternity. The Truth is being sung by the shinning stars up in the darkest sky. I hear it from the water of the blue ocean. The mud is whispering it back to me as I slowly step in on the rainy day.

I have been the fool who thought could rule. I have been blind and deaf to not hear this tremendous sound.

I can only hear your song now. Calling me home right now. The air around me is speaking, although sometimes I can’t seem to understand. It’s not with my mind that I hear, only with my open heart.

I rid myself of all ideas, it is not a song I heard before. It is the song of eternal love, the flame of the summer, the rose opening up fully, the blossom of Life.

I hear the crack of existence is here, all around. It is running through my arms, my legs, my veins. I can’t stop it. It is ok, it is time to die to all known, all ideas, all concepts. Come back home, here on this Earth. Come back, the mother is calling. The dream has to end.