You have no right to speak my truth for me;
To choose the words or set the cadence.
It is mine … it is me.
You have no right to tell me who I am, who I should be,
Based upon your own determined ‘truth.’
‘I AM’ does not belong to you, either.
That said, I cannot presume to know your truth
Or deeply understand the place from which it springs.
It belongs to you, shapes you, as mine shapes me.
Given that we are in this together,
Would it be better to start from questions
Rather than presumptions?
I mean the kind of questions that are, themselves, true;
The gentle, inquisitive, persistent questions that actually want to know;
The ones that lead to true understanding.
I mean the kind of questions that acknowledge
That the bigger truth cannot be held within one small frame;
That my small truth is never big enough.
I mean the earnest search for truth that calls each of us
Into the deepest expression of our own true selves.
I mean the truth whose source is love.
I AM calls each I am into being.
I AM loves each I am along the way,
Fully, at every point, without precondition.
And I am learning, slowly, to relinquish my hold
Upon my small definition of truth, my small definition of me.
I am learning, instead, to be held, in truth.
[photo by Andy Hay per cc 2.0]