Poetry
The Truth About— The Truth
It’s not for us
For all of your life you’ve sought to understand the nature of Allness.
You’ve ground your mind to dust, learned nothing for it.
Charlatans have many words of comfort, veiled as wisdom for the ages.
Beware they who profess to have discovered The Answer.
Beware they who have ‘experienced’ what isn’t.
Beware the questions that draw you in.
There’s no discovering the true laws of karma, your time is wasted.
Even a ghost is of limited perspective.
Even your dreams adhere to strict limitations.
The Truth is unaware of itself.
Take the chance to challenge chaos, or do not.
The consequences are unknown.
Take care.
I’ve fixated on this topic for a few months. It’s unfortunate, because I’d reached momentarily attained peace.
I’d decided on the wisest and safest course of action, simply to enjoy myself without harming others. Maybe it’s ‘uncool’, but I’m considering a safe way to approach the next steps between infinite possibilities.
Perhaps being raised Roman Catholic did some harm.
An imaginative young child, upon hearing descriptions of Hell, is bound to experience unworldly horrors of the mind and heart.
I realize I’m superstitious, dancing between expressing myself and refusing to materialize my thoughts into the minds of others. I don’t know how anything works, but I’m disinterested in negative prayer.
So whatever I was about to write about my fear-based beliefs of today, I didn’t. It’s just the way of things.
In all cases, life can’t go on this way.
There are no benefits in chasing after what we can’t understand. I know how common it is for ‘advanced spiritual practitioners’ to have themselves convinced they have seen “the light”…
This does nothing to reveal the darkness.
Half of everything is unknown. Half of everything. That includes your perception of experience. With such a widely encompassing variable, I don’t know how we can claim to know anything at all. I may continue to explore what I consider to be pragmatic solutions, but a line needs to be drawn somewhere.
Because it’s splitting me apart.
Care for yourself, and do your best to support others in a way that respects that.
I’m considering taking a break from publishing regularly in Medium for a while. There’s so much more I need to get in order anyway. I’ve proven to myself I can sit down and write everyday if I want to, and will be excited to get back into it when the time comes.
I’ve honestly written some ridiculously stupid shit lately.
I was just getting RoamResearch set up with all my thoughts, stories, course notes, and everything before beginning this writing frenzy, and I wonder if I should have focused on that first.
But no, this was worth it.
I’ve practiced writing for an audience, uncovered hidden parts of myself, interacted with wonderful writers on the platform, and altogether had a great time.
This is far from over.
Much love,
— G
About the author:
🔍 Gustave Deresse is a Métis-Canadian writer and musical artist whose primary themes of writing include : spirituality, philosophy, relationships, humour, wellbeing, the weird, and self development.
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Thank you for reading, and take care. 🙏 🙏 🙏 — G
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