TRUTH IS BEAUTY
When you become wiser,
not necessarily older,
you realize nothing
is as or more important
than loving:
self, an other, the world.
Neither books nor career,
money or possessions,
have greater value
than what any/one/ can teach.
You learn circuitously,
diligently, sometimes with
or without effort,
to believe the body
does not contain the soul;
rather, the house of spirit
is abode to flesh and bones
temporarily reside
in refuge that can be sanctuary
or a cell
until wo/man unearths treasure
never buried as secret
but apparent to all senses,
especially the sixth and seventh
which is perception embraces creation
in beginning that ends
always in the dream.
To love and be loved
is a miracle
only those open to the mystery
can barely comprehend
through their pores—
elemental like fire, wind,
water before landing…
And, if each of us
cared about the stranger
like the animals do,
we’d not destroy
our habitat like original womb.
Not, “ I think, therefore I am/.”
nor I feel, therefore I exist.
But, I love and allow my self to be loved
is the magic of dusk into dawn,
night into day like enigma of
sun and moon know no time
or boundaries
Rochelle L.Holt