Simple Truths

What if the mystics

were speakers of a truth

so plain

that the world decried the mundanity of lying in the dirt

to observe the grass-rooted truth?

But rather expected to see secrets

scribed in clouds,

for the Answers To Life

must surely be high and hard to reach.

Common sense is not

quotidian ‘these days’.

Everyone quests for the one magic key

to tumble the pins into place,

yielding the universe’s riches

from then on in.

Instead

listen for the daily truths,

waiting without a treasure map

or Herculean task

to excavate or earn.

Those small pauses

amongst sighing grasses

that caress each other in the wind,

in birdsong

at the evening of the day,

or the quiet whispers of lovers.

There sits the veracity of Life.

The truth

between grains of sand

lies

crystalline, timeless

And universal.

Photo Credit: Jonas Weckschmied