I come back to hound you
\nwith the truth, shy person,
\nwith eyes as wide as streets.
\nDoes it matter where life has taken you
\non its lattice of flowers,
\nits trellis of green fingers?
\nThat you come on the morning
\nintense as the gesture of your smile.
\nDoes the truth matter to you?
\nWho handles it like a sparrow
\noblivious to enemies,
\nto the hook of a fisherman like myself.<\/p>\n
Love is the perfect honesty.
\nYou love so easily,
\nartless as a fawn,
\na baby gazing at its mother.
\nYou do not question day or night,
\nor time,
\nor life itself.
\nIt all comes together
\nin a perfect congress of hearts
\nof absolute and loving intention.<\/p>\n
So why should I question
\nwhat you know,
\nlike a river falling into mist,
\na tree sheltering and open,
\nits face a part of sky itself.
\nYou know not a truth,
\nbut many truths,
\nlike the notes of a happy song,
\nthe grains of sand assembled as a shore,
\nseconds flowing into the matrix of a life.
\nYou know all these things.
\nYou do not see anything without its face,
\nits golden vision.
\nYou are a person
\nblessed with the truth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I come back to hound you with the truth, shy person, with eyes as wide as streets. Does it matter where life has taken you…<\/p>\n