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Truth Is
Truth is the Magpie’s morning call
Answering the Tui from the bush
The sound of wind in yellowed grass
Shaking leaves from autumn’s trees
Truth is a dropp of wine
Running down an empty glass
Rich red and scented as
That love I once held dear
Truth in a lover’s gentle touch
That calls response from body/mind.
Truth is a pillowed breast
Unconditional share of being
Hidden places of the dark
Glowing softly within.
Truth is a young child’s smile
Lifting arms in simple trust
In the world as they see their place
Warmth, food and love
Truths are all these, and more
Truth is what you think perceive and feel
Truth is what you make of it
Truth is.
poem
by
Thomas Golding
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