Colours and Light (Dec 21, 2006)

I know what I am.

I'm a hero.

I know it, but
It's time to experience it.

The experience will not be anything expected. In fact, it'll be quite different. In the mind's eye, heroes wear bright colours. But this is maya, illusion, a world of fog - a world of grey. Real world heroes don't wear colours, they're transparent. They burn through the fog, like sun in the morning.

I have a choice: to peel back the illusion enough in order to survive it, or own it - make it so wholly mine that I forget what it is. Either way it is inescapable.

I scribbled something down not long ago, feverishly:

"I believe the truth is everywhere
and obscured by everything

I believe it is touched frequently
but in the minority

I believe it is the singlemost important thing in existence

I believe in its singular power

I believe love is the natural response to truth."

This last line
I have found,
Is the common thread between the choices.

The truth lies behind the illusion
And the illusion is true
And no matter which one it is that strikes me
It makes me love you.

Love me
and/or the illusions that I choose.
Anyway you choose it, that's where I'll be
Honestly
As much as I can.