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What's inside my head
13 décembre 2008

The Truth

More and more, we are surrounded by an artificial world.
Some people would even find it awkward to live within nature.
That is because humans are getting farther and farther away from their inner harmony, from their inner nature.
They are afraid, afraid to see that cat looking back at them, afraid to feel the earth breathing, the trees talking, afraid to feel naked, from their name, their status, their history, their worth.
All that is left is some mysterious way of communicating, of sharing, of giving and taking, of observing, of listening to the pure harmonious whisper of nature and singing back the sweetest melodies of praise.
They are afraid to feel greatness, not of their accomplishments, but of the way things are. They do not know that greatness outside them is also greatness inside them.
They are afraid to throw in a second millions of years of human history and experience and knowledge and inventions and societies and improvement. They are afraid to throw off everything they were taught.
They are afraid to start from blank.
They are afraid of ignorance.
They are afraid of mystery.
But they do not know that all the knowledge in the world lies inside them, it shines like the sun from every living creature, it defies ignorance and procures warmth.
It elevates you by dragging you down, down to earth, up to the skies.
The Truth that you feel beating when all is silent, the Truth that still shines when all is dark,
the Truth that, most of all, still shines even lighter when all is light.
That Truth that exists everywhere, in every creature, in every human, in every color, in every word.
That Truth that makes you throw your hands apart, open them, and reach.
That Truth that gives you the secret of righteousness.
Because holding the Truth elevates you and gives you power over what's fake, what's artificial.

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