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Truth and Dreams
@ Uootem 2002 (a triolet)
truth is ancient but yet somehow new... like a tree
whose branches grow in the endowment of continuity
rooted deep in the stable, fertile soil of tradition
truth is ancient but yet somehow new... like a tree
each tender leaf sways in every direction
and finds pleasure in its own swaying
limbs uplifting toward the heavens as if someone is praying
truth is ancient but yet somehow new... like a tree
.find the truth, and it will set your soul free.
ever changing in shape and form... without a reason why
dreams are like white fluffy clouds moving in the sky
spent hours trying to describe the inspirations found
ever changing in shape and form.. without a reason why
clouds that turn into drops which, as they fall toward the ground
form a brook that sings a melody only the heart can hear
then again rises as a prayer into the sky... where God is near
ever changing in shape and form... without a reason why
dreams can bring laughter, dreams can make you cry
truth is ancient but yet somehow new... in it your dreams make
a fortress that neither gale nor the lightning can shake
build my home with stones and mortar, chiseled to fit
truth is ancient but yet somehow new... in it your dreams make
ancient dogma that cannot change you nor can you change it
and it tests me and I test it morn and eve
ancient dogma, is the truth of today to those who believe
truth is ancient but yet somehow new... in it your dreams make
dreams ever changing... truth ancient, but new... all for the soul's own sake.
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