The Truth Isn’t Hiding

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ght-seeker. The Truth is not a trophy; not a reward to conquer.</i></p><p id="a650"><i>Those spots you don’t see, it’s not that they hide from you. The Truth doesn’t play games. It is present; you have nothing to do.</i></p><p id="ffcc"><i>It’s not a matter of deserving it or not as a prize. It’s here, in you anyway; it’s you that runs and hides.</i></p><p id="f7af"><i>Stand still, remain calm, eavesdrop on the subtle buzz of silence, where “What am I, who am I” are like sounds of a nonsense dialect.</i></p><p id="8e2e"><i>It’s obvious that you are not fully blind but not fully non-blind yet. You think you have to be something specific in order to be existent.</i></p><p id="81e7"><i>For you to be, you have to be nobody and nothing. The Truth is like unconscious knowledge; its “is” needs no explaining.</i></p><p id="dcd2"><i>The unknown has no limits, and you have two choices; either you decide you’ll never meet it. or you surrender to see you’re also limitless”.</i></p><p id="

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5262">Eyes open, body gradually sensed again; a come back to the surface. <i>I will see you as you are </i>I said, hovering in front of my face.</p><div id="f87c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/spirit-soul-self-divine-9f7581574073"> <div> <div> <h2>Spirit and Matter</h2> <div><h3>A line that forms a rounded spectrum</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*OV1VK0CFcjspWiIQHBu97w.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><blockquote id="5ee5"><p>Anthi Psomiadou <i>— <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/">CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International</a> : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives</i></p></blockquote></article></body>

Visiting my depths

Asking the wise conscience within a deep immersion. Insight leads naturally to feed my need for its confession.

What am I? Who am I? I calmly ask with no agony. I’m here to fully restore the occasionally distorted harmony.

I work hard for a long time now, as You might have seen. My Truth/The Truth appeared but still has non-diaphanous dots on it.

“You have misunderstood, dedicated light-seeker. The Truth is not a trophy; not a reward to conquer.

Those spots you don’t see, it’s not that they hide from you. The Truth doesn’t play games. It is present; you have nothing to do.

It’s not a matter of deserving it or not as a prize. It’s here, in you anyway; it’s you that runs and hides.

Stand still, remain calm, eavesdrop on the subtle buzz of silence, where “What am I, who am I” are like sounds of a nonsense dialect.

It’s obvious that you are not fully blind but not fully non-blind yet. You think you have to be something specific in order to be existent.

For you to be, you have to be nobody and nothing. The Truth is like unconscious knowledge; its “is” needs no explaining.

The unknown has no limits, and you have two choices; either you decide you’ll never meet it. or you surrender to see you’re also limitless”.

Eyes open, body gradually sensed again; a come back to the surface. I will see you as you are I said, hovering in front of my face.

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives