There is a truth to the dawn
There is a truth to the rain
There is truth in the cold, and the heat
There is a truth in these, for they are truth.
There is a truth to the birdsong
There is a truth to the scent of loam
There are truths hidden in trees and the flowers,
There are truths through simple existence.
If truth is to be understood, it must just be
It must become the honesty of true art
An expression of self, outside self,
Within the world, a place beyond that which is.
There are truths we do not believe in
There are truths we should not believe in,
There is to be equilibrium through oneness
Oneness with the dawn, with the rain.
Oneness with the cold and the heat
With the birdsong and the loam, the trees
And the flowers. To become truth we must
Step outside and see, we must not think, just be.