“The man that hath no music in himself
Nor is mov’d with concord of sweet sounds,
is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils:
the motions of his spirit are dull as night,
and his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted…”
(Shakespeare: “The Merchant of Venice”)
Truth is at the core of real freedom and democracy; it’s the foundation of natural peace and grace in living.
Truth – aka “Facts” or what is – is harder to hear and recognize to the degree that we resist it.
Words and beliefs are at best “half-truths,” they’re not the whole truth we’re really looking for. (Indeed, we may be confused because that which is 97% false often has a tinge of truth – a 3% solution – mixed into it.)
It’s obvious, but often overlooked, that there can be no real relationship without complete truth.
Truth is our nature; it’s the authentic expression of what we are which is only and always, here and now.
We become refugees living in fear when we insist that things that are actually happening, should not be happening.
In fact, there is a precious beauty in all things; our life is both prose and poetry when we love fully and completely whatever presents itself.
Living here, in gratitude, as beautifully expressed by Walt Whitman:“Old, poor, on bended knee, I thank thee” is a fit and living place to be.