Multi-perceptions of the Truth

I. Origins

The origins of your name

The meaning of that sound

Have such an interesting sense

You have been called so clever.

The frequency of blissful peace

Is associated to your past naming

You offered the gifts of stillness

So well wrapped in such intensity.

At first, you were breath and bone,

The lullaby voice I knew as home—

Arms that held my chaos like prayer,

Skin warm with the promise of safety.

Then you became shadow and echo,

A scent in a room I no longer entered.

Not mother, but memory of existence.

Not comfort, but current of unknown.

I searched for you in absence,

In the silence between pulses,

Until even your name dissolved

Into something vaster than grief.

You became the ache beneath all beauty,

The thread that binds rupture and bloom.

Not just mine, yours, not even theirs

But the mystic wonder we all inherit.

I call you now by no name—

Only You, eternal and timeless

The unseen field of naked miracles

Humming every dead petal into being.

You were courageous and wise enough

To embody this wild spectrum of being

Nothing comes without its own polarity

The war is on the other side of our peace.

Your proud arrogance was not an error

Your wisdom was simply misunderstood

The kind of sovereignty you aimed for

Has terrified the entire hell and heaven.

You went beyond the raw love and peace

You pushed the limits of the established

Your power and its wisdom have inspired

Transcendence of outdated perceptions.

Your liberation is fascinating, beautiful

You taste the pleasure of space-fullness

The free movement in the pure existence

Suits you very well after all the nonsense.

You fly and dive so gracefully in open field

Your raw independence taught you very well

Of how to dance in our interdependent web

Of how to belong fully in every sacred void.

II. Beyond Separation

In the beginning was not one truth, but many—

A cosmos born from infinite possibilities.

Before the divisions of mind and judgment,

All perspectives danced in perfect harmony.

We arrive in this world whole and undivided,

Our heart wondering at the spectrum of being.

It's only later we're taught to sort and separate,

To slice reality into false polar oppositions.

Now is the time to remember what we knew

Before we learned to fragment our perception.

This poem is an invitation to deeper awakening,

To seeing beyond the silly illusion of either/or.

When you step beyond the comfortable known,

You discover that freedom isn't what you thought—

Not the absence of connection or commitment,

But the presence of authentic, chosen relationship.

The highest sovereignty isn't separation at all,

But the power to connect deeply by free choice.

The truly independent soul doesn't flee intimacy,

But enters it fully, bringing their whole self forward.

You didn't just cocreate your own heaven

You actually managed to make it fully alive

You reclaimed your power and wild desires

You won both, the cake and the champagne.

You can celebrate in pride and joyful honor

You deserve your place among those stars

Your path is filled with such devotional love

Wild kind that not many can yet fully grasp.

Your essence was made of intense softness

The super-abundance of all the possibilities

But, softness also has its opposing textures

And, you played with brilliance its hardness.

The sacredness of your such stubborn rigidity

The uncorrupted inner voice of the truth

You might not always have had the right words

But your actions expressed your wise will.

You had a life full of growth and evolution

You achieved success on your deep path

You dared that much, were so courageous

You have faced the darkest of your fears.

Your victory has ripples on the future

You have offered us a tremendous gift

The generations after you and our forest

Will know how to honor their ancestors.

III. Wild Authenticity

You were a unique, special kind of queen

Spoiled and poisonous based on some

You just knew exactly what you wanted

But you didn't trust your own self enough.

Or maybe you already had deep faith in you

Maybe it was about cruel doubts of others

Maybe some people were just very scared

So they judged you harshly to not feel you.

You were authentic but it bothered them

It woke up too much of their guilty shame

The clear water is the biggest threat, danger

To the muddy stagnations of the blind ego.

Some people prefer blindly judging

Hiding, denying, protecting the lies

Some are so terrified of authenticity

That they simply can't hold it inside.

The binary thinking traps your vision

In the stark world of zeros and ones,

While reality's quantum nature unfolds

Through superposition, both particle and wave.

The wisdom lies not in choosing sides

But in the alchemical third space between—

Where contradiction becomes creation,

And paradox bears the seeds of innovation.

What we name as opposite poles

Are merely distant points on the same circle—

Yin containing yang, light holding shadow,

The continuous spiral where all truths converge.

Your truth and mine—not competitors,

But facets of a diamond turning in pure light.

Each perspective reveals another angle,

The absolute emerges from all relative views.

IV. Sacred Interconnection

The intimacy is a very sacred mastery

It's not about being perfect or flawless

It's about accessing the fearless courage

Of being your true self despite whatever.

It's also about welcoming the other

Exactly as they are, where and why

It's about honoring the authenticity

Of every unique being as our own.

It's about accepting that not all of us

Have the exact same limiting opinions.

But it's still about being open to learn

How to fall in love with our differences.

Our language itself creates separation—

Nouns dividing the seamless flow of being.

Indigenous wisdom speaks in verbs and process,

Seeing relationship where we perceive objects.

Perception itself is an active creation—

Not passive reception of what "is," or "should be"

But co-creation between observer and observed,

Each gaze bringing new worlds into existence.

The healing comes not from choosing sides,

But from embracing the full spectrum of being.

In the space where opposing truths both live,

A new understanding of wholeness emerges.

This is not abstract or random philosophy,

But practical wisdom for everyday life.

When I can honor your truth alongside mine,

Conflict transforms to creative possibility.

V. Paradox and Wholeness

The mystic and physicist share one insight:

Reality shifts according to how we measure.

The questions we ask determine what we find,

Our seeking shapes what waits to be discovered.

Some truths only reveal themselves in paradox,

In the "both/and" that transcends "either/or."

The most powerful transformations happen

When we surrender our need to be rightful.

The richest colors exist between extremes,

The most healing happens in the integration.

When you hold space for contradictory truths,

You become a vessel for transformation itself.

The sacred isn't found in purity alone,

But in the holy marriage of all opposites.

The divine dance of darkness and light,

The cosmos breathing in eternal balance.

To touch the sacred, embrace the whole—

Not just the beautiful, but also the broken.

Not just the harmony, but also the discord.

The temple contains all, excludes nothing.

What you judge as profane holds hidden holiness,

What you worship as divine contains shadow too.

The sacred emerges in the transformation itself,

When all fragments are welcomed home as one.

Remember that argument that seemed so fixed—

Each side entrenched, no movement possible?

Yet when you asked, "What if we're both right?"

The air changed, hardened positions softened.

This isn't compromise or watered truth,

But the alchemy of "yes, and" thinking.

When I acknowledge what's valid in your view,

I don't diminish mine—both grow stronger.

I've watched enemies become dear allies

When each felt truly heard in their experience.

The miracle wasn't finding middle ground,

But expanding the field where all truth lives.

VI. Embodied Wisdom

Authenticity isn't fixed self-expression,

But fluid responsiveness to life's complexity.

The self not a fortress to defend against others,

But a permeable membrane in constant exchange.

Your body knows before your mind admits,

A wisdom deeper than your thoughts can reach.

That gut feeling, that tightness in your chest—

Ancient intelligence speaking its own language.

When you're caught between competing ideas,

Return to the breath, the sensation, the now.

The body doesn't argue in binary logical code,

It resonates with the whole spectrum of truth.

Stand in the presence of different viewpoints,

Notice what happens in your physical forms.

The contraction may signal fear of differences,

The expansion shows you where truth resides.

The courage to question your own certainties

Requires more strength than defending your land.

True sovereignty comes not from being right,

But from remaining open even when being wrong.

One awakened soul changes the field for all,

Like a tuning fork setting new vibrations.

As you liberate yourself from either/or prison,

You create permission for others to expand.

Systems don't change through force or demand,

But through the quiet power of lived examples.

When you truly embody your intent in yourself,

The collective consciousness shifts subtly too.

The path of wisdom spirals, never linear—

Revisiting old ground with new eyes of wonder,

Finding yourself changed by the journey,

Each return revealing what was lovely hidden.

VII. Natural Harmony

Your personal journey isn't yours alone,

Each inner liberation creates outer ripples.

The boundaries between self and other blur

When you realize all transformation is shared.

The forest doesn't ask the oak or pine

To justify which one deserves to grow.

Each species thrives in its unique expression,

Creating together what none could in isolation.

Watch how water adapts to any container,

Yet maintains its essential nature throughout.

Rigid things break under pressure and time,

While the flexible thrives through adaptation.

The ecosystem teaches without words:

Diversity creates resilience and strength.

No single species holds the complete truth,

The whole emerges from all parts in concert.

Truth lives not in static monuments of thought,

But in the dynamic tension of understanding—

Like ecosystems thriving at the edge of chaos,

Where order and entropy find perfect coherence.

Humanity evolves not just through our genes,

But through expanding circles of awareness.

From tribal thinking to global consciousness,

We're learning to hold ever-widening mysteries.

What seems radical today becomes obvious next,

As consciousness stretches to cherish complexity.

The child thinks in black and white, this or that,

The mature mind perceives infinite gradients.

We stand at the edge of collective awakening,

Where old binaries dissolve into greater song.

The future belongs to those who can navigate

The rich density of multiple valid perspectives.

When voices clash and certainties compete,

The first wisdom is creating inner grounding.

In silence, the mind's rigid structures soften,

Making room for paradox to peacefully exist.

To hold your truth lightly, not in clenched fists,

Creates space for revelation and wonder.

The moment you think you've arrived at knowing,

The mystery gently recedes to deeper waters.

Before responding from your familiar position,

Pause into the spaciousness of not-knowing.

In that pregnant void of pure endless potential,

New integrations and possibilities may emerge.

The contemplative mind doesn't rush to judge,

But rests in the question, the mystery, the wonder.

This inner spaciousness becomes the sacred womb

Where seemingly opposed truths birth the newness.

VIII. Full Circle

Having traveled through these many perspectives,

What remains is not confusion, but clarity of soul.

Not the certainty of a single rigid and limited truth,

But the wisdom of the whole, ever-unfolding magic.

The journey from fragmentation to connection

Is both the oldest story and the newest frontier.

You welcome a truth that seems to challenge ego,

To weave another thread into the cosmic tapestry.

This is how we heal—ourselves and our world—

Not by force of argument or weight of evidence,

But through the courageous act of holding space

For all the naked colors of truth to shine together.

So, step forward as a bearer of this deeper wisdom,

A walker between worlds of perception and thought.

Your willingness to embrace the many-faceted gem

Is itself the transformational game our world awaits.

The universe is not waiting for perfect agreement,

But for hearts widening to hold disagreement in love.

The revolution begins and ends in the same place:

In your capacity to see through multiple eyes at once.

And so I circle back to you, dear mother,

Your name now echoing in every truth I've found.

What began as grief has blossomed into wisdom,

Your absence teaching me the fullness of presence.

I see now how your contradictions were perfect—

The softness and the strength, the love and the fire.

You taught me not through superficial certainty,

But through the courage to embrace your whole self.

In the space between heartbeats, I feel you still—

Not as memory alone, but forever living wisdom.

The hand that once held mine now guides differently,

Each insight blooming from seeds you planted.

Your voice has transformed into something larger,

A chorus speaking through birdsong and falling leaves,

Through moments of clarity when paradox dissolves,

With courage found when I thought none remained.

What was touch is now breath of the cosmos,

What was lullaby voice now sings in silent knowing.

You've become the sacred space between all things,

The tasty pause between questions and their answers.

I honor your journey by continuing my own,

Carrying forward not just memory but essence.

The revolution you began in me ripples outward,

As I learn to see through our heart—yours and mine.

Your legacy lives not just in stories remembered,

But in the expanded ways I've learned to love,

In how I've learned to dance with contradictions,

In how I hold space for both joy and sorrow.

The cycle completes and begins again—

Death not an ending but a transformation.

You remain the origin of my deepest knowing,

Now speaking through my authentic voice.

In this tapestry of truth and perceptions,

Your thread remains vital, vibrant, visible.

What once was mother is now everything—

The mystery that holds us all in tender care.