Finally you opened the window.
Breeze blew in, comforted you
in that humid suffocation.
Light shone on everything—
yet the truth was missing.
A fruitless search,
a lifetime of aspiration
came to naught.
You wobbled, perhaps feeling
the gut-punch of dejection.
With shaky hands you looked
for support against the wall.
You followed the wall
as if it were your guide-rope
on a hostile mountaintop,
and found the couch to lie down.
Somewhere in that journey,
of being defeated, you slept.
The window in your dreams said:
light never showed the truth.
Breeze asked you, although invisible,
did you believe she was real?
Then someone said—
sounded like your own voice:
Something can't be found
when it doesn't exist.
Truth is the child of beliefs.
Ask yourself what you believe in,
and there you shall find
what you seek.
A hesitant smile began,
slowly crinkling the corner
of your closed eyes.
In your dreamscape you strode out
looking for someone to share with.
But found no one.
And… you woke up.
The room stood there
as if the eternal truth—
things you could see,
you could feel.
Yet at the unknown corner
of your mind someone nudged you:
Believe, then see.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I always have a nagging feeling that absolute truth is more of a fantasy. It's an offspring of our desperation to find a rock, which would provide us with stability. An appeal- please do let me know your thoughts on that question. Any point of view will receive warm welcome.
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So nicely presented. I would agree with you that truth is changeable what is true in moment may not be in another and what is true for one person is not for another, it is an illusion a term that we fall back to like a child to a parent. But beyond the child's eyes the parent changes as well. A wonderful write deeply philosophical in a surreal type presentation. Loved it
Thank you for your kind words and for sharing your thoughts. Really means a lot. Thanks again 🙏
Always my pleasure
Depends what is meant by reality, I think: the world observed by Our senses? Our beliefs? Relationships?
It’s too late at night for me to really come to grips with this (I only know there can never be an absolute reality or rather there is, but it will always remain hidden) so I’ll try to get back tomorrow with a clearer head.
Thank you for your thoughts. Really trying to come to an understanding of what we mean when we say Truth
Yes - more or less happy with my effort last night. Ultimate reality must exist though I doubt I'll ever know. Why here? How? Consciousness? the only full explanation which satisfies me is "We're here because we're here" The fact that it originated in the WW1 trenches does not negate it's more generalizable applicability for me.
More difficult to get a handle on truth.
Thanks a ton for your lucid explanation. The striking thing was absence of any attempt to provide an absolute. I could follow your reasoning and it told me that some 'why' may always be out of bounds for us. Yet, they don't negate the effect.
Based on all thoughts- I feel my belief in something beyond our grasp is not totally unfounded.
Please accept my deepest thanks for your kindness. 🙏
Dear friend, this lingers like a dream-walk...light and breeze as questions rather than answers, ending with that nudge: “Believe, then see.” Your poet’s note resonated with me…I do believe absolute truths exist, but we almost never know them completely. Every glimpse is filtered through our subjectivity. As Kierkegaard said, truth is subjectivity...and you’ve captured that tension here with striking clarity. Brilliantly philosophical and a must fave for me.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you 🙏. The point about being filtered...yes, that seems plausible. Believe it or not. I have an entranched idea that absolute truth do exist. But I always caught myself wondering. I felt this was the right forum to pose the question.
Appreciate your fave and support deeply 🙏
This stanza ‘The room stood there
as if the eternal truth—
things you could see,
you could feel.’ Is fascinating contains simile, personification and Imagery. Nice.
Thank you very much for your kind words and support 🙏
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