What Lies Beyond Truth?
Today's blog is a poem (well, two poems actually) where there are two versions of the poem and I have not yet been able to settle my feelings about which version 'wins'. I feel like there should stay two versions of it.
Version 1 – Personal
If Life will be what it has to be,
And Death will come when it comes,
And all the moments that I breathe
Happiness still is mine to give myself,
That makes me free from even needing strength
And yet, is all else moot?
If there were some essential thing we ought not lose
It surely must be Truth.
Truth is more than life, it is my only hope,
The only thing that proves me what I am or was
The only thing I have or own
The life I'll live when my life's done
The truth about me left in this old world.
But if Happiness still is ours to give ourselves,
Right until there's nothing else to think,
Then why do we need truth?
Do I need Truth and what Truth brings?
Am I not yet ready to need nothing?
Version 2 – Inclusive
If Life will be what it has to be,
And Death will come when it comes,
And all the moments that we breathe
Happiness still is ours to give ourselves,
That makes us free from even needing strength
And yet, is all else moot?
If there were some essential thing we ought not lose
It surely must be Truth.
Truth is more than life, it is our only hope,
The only thing that proves us what we are or were
The only thing we have or own
The life we'll live when life is done
The truth about us left in this old world.
But if Happiness still is ours to give ourselves,
Right until there's nothing else to think,
Then why do we need truth?
Do we need Truth and what Truth brings?
It might be because we are not yet ready
To need nothing.
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Mon 22nd Feb 2021 18:05
I'll turn it into a tradition:
An extra thank you for everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem now that it has reached TWO FLOWERS
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