The picture of TRUTH that our hearts paint is distorted by desire.
We see what we want to see...we see what we require
to make us feel significant, to justify our lives.
Afraid to open our eyes wide, afraid of what we'll see,
unmasked of preconceived ideas and what we want to be.
Blinded by the lies we're told....wanting to believe...
but knowing deep down inside that we've been deceived
Now Truth stands before us...Her arms open wide
Her words pure & honest...unfiltered by judgement and pride
Her beauty cannot be disguised. Her form cannot be changed.
No matter what we want to be,TRUTH remains the same.

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