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Poppy Anemone
Inn Along the Way/Chapman Farm; Damariscotta, ME
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To Realize, to know first-hand, by experience; to become or be intimate or one with
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The jewel of truth rests
under the thicket of words
burn the scrub down
if you truly what to see
otherwise, you'll remain in the dark
even with two eyes wide open
Why talk on and on about
the Moon
while She waits to make love
with you
was a child ever conceived
through talk about love
Why admire
the candle flame
when you can jump inside
and become the Fire
truth received
you become
When the sacred books
went up in flame
wow! I saw your face
now... what can be said about that?
for your smile captured my heart and
tamed my tongue
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A local preacher came to see the Sage. The Sage welcomed him, sensing he had a hidden motive. Soon, it was clear the preacher wanted to prove his beliefs were correct and convince the Sage of the error of the Sage's teaching - though he had only heard others talk of what they said the Sage taught.
The preacher began sharing his beliefs, even without asking for permission to do so. The Sage listened patiently, uninvited to respond. The clergyperson supported his ideas by referencing what the Bible says, a theologian says, or the church says. After a time, the Sage interrupted him, asking, "But what do you say?"
*Brian K. Wilcox. "Meetings with an Anonymous Sage."
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We cannot adopt truth from others, make it ours like an heirloom passed down from the past, or realize it for some sacred texts or so-called enlightened being said so.
Realization of truth is like standing outside under the rainfall. You can sit inside and think about what the rain is, for so-and-so said so. You can scientifically know the nature of rain. To know the rain, you go outside and stand in it. Then, you realize the rain. Then, nothing you have heard about the rain matches what you realize about the rain. Before, you knew about rain, now you know it.
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Exploring ideas can stimulate us to reach forth to know truth. Yet, when we receive truth, it does not fit anywhere.
I recall as a little boy trying to hold a fish drawn out of the water. It kept slipping out of my hands. That is the nature of a wet fish - to be slippery. Truth is like that... try to grasp it, and it slips away. When you encounter something that you can not speak about, regardless of how much you talk about it, you have met with truth.
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*©Brian K. Wilcox, 2022.
*Use of photography is allowed accompanied by credit given to Brian K. Wilcox, and title and place of photograph.
*Brian's book, An Ache for Union: Poems on Oneness with God through Love, can be ordered through major online booksellers or the publisher AuthorHouse.
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