For some the search for truth is illusive like chasing a feather on the wind. Others hunt for truth as for prey when it hides in the bush waiting for it's scent to go cold. Often the sound of truth is a whisper caught in the echo of tradition. Only discerning ones find truth where it waits under an avalanche of distortions.
if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming.
Wow. Who ARE you? I'll be looking for everything by you from now on. I think of truth as "an echo of my heartbeat" and that is exactly what this poem is to me. Thank you for such a thought-provoking piece.
Robert, I hope it comes back to you soon, but I also understand my mind has been on hold except for a crueller here or there. I relate it to the weather, I hate winter so I can't get in a mood to release what's captured in my mind. Good luck, I'm sure will see brilliance from you again soon.
This is a great poem! I like the ideas presented. As for you block, I've been there! Get the book "Creating Poetry" by John Drury. He has some lessons at the end of each chapter..some of them are fun and it does get some juices flowing again..otherwise, how about a challenge? I'd be glad to oblige!