MATTER, MOTION, THE NATURE OF TRUTH
In these early hours
when the sun wears grey mist,
the horizon opens sluggishly
not wanting to give up the night.
Appearing in its April shroud
Mt. Veracity guards the inner bay
and more distant vistas of the Obsidian Sea.
In this world of darkness and light,
in shades of blue and green,
golden land and purple sea
it is magic that gives substance
to all we believe.
It is the magic of
riding sperm whales diving the Vermish Reach
while discovering urchins along the Innishney Trench.
It is the magic concealed in motion
as matter divides and expands infinitely
within the logic of truth.
In these early hours
when the sun wears its misty grey,
think of the world we can enchant
as we stand atop Mt. Veracity
with the nature of truth in our hands.
The logic of magic as it seeks
warmth in a flannel shirt
while holding hands on this April day
confronting an aspen wind and
drawn to scaling these sheer icy cliffs,
will allow us to face reality,
see the world as it really is;
allow us to change the world
into a place we would want to live.
It is the magic of truth,
its motion of matter
that gives substance to all we believe
and can be.
