Fruits of Clarity

Truth is born of a mystical seed

Promising to sprout an expansive tree

That grows out of a barren plain

𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂

Once released, the sturdy shoot

Supplies everything it needs

𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂

Water, the stream of life

Springs from its infiltrating roots

Sighs of relief form this new Eden

Trickling out, forming a web of realization

Criss-crossing creeks and rivers flow

Reinvigorating cracked desert

To its once living, lush state

𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂

The trunk shoots up

Elongating

Towards hazy heavens in a

Sturdy hollow vertical formation

Woody partitions grow

With each falsity fallen away

Bisecting heart and ring

𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂

Inhabiting the land, spawning green

The poison of deceit purged from the scene

People are drawn to the

Glistening dew that forms daily

On the broadening leaves in the

Red morning sunbeam gleams

Crawling from their underground retreats

Supplicants, starved for answers

Saved by the harvest of rehydrating fruit

Sprouting daily from shading flowers

Desiccated spirits nurtured

The shelter of veracity

The only saving grace on these

Fear scorched dying plains

𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂𖣂

It takes only one seed of truth

Planted in the driest, dead earth

For a forest of awakening to

Envelop deadened Heartland

K.B. Silver

Because I had no memory of my childhood, and kept losing chunks of my memory as I aged, it was easy for family members to lie to me. Their version of events, or lack thereof, was my reality for most of my life. Finally, remembering what happened from my perspective has changed my life completely. You can't build a life on lies; they are a crumbling foundation. Only the truth, and the acceptance of reality and people as they really are, not as we want them to be, for good or ill, can create a healthy environment for us to thrive.