Having Found Some Kind Of Truth
The story is about to get started
In the realm of questions and doubts,
Where uncertainty roams and shadows sprout,
A seeker embarked on a quest for light,
To unravel the mysteries, day and night.
Through labyrinths of thoughts, the mind did roam,
In search of a truth that felt like home.
In books and tales, in ancient lore,
Seeking wisdom to explore and adore.
The journey was long, the path unclear,
Yet the seeker’s spirit refused to veer.
For deep within, a fire burned bright,
Guiding their steps through the darkest night.
The seeker ventured far and wide,
Embracing the truth they found inside.
They learned that truth is not a solid stone,
But a prism of perspectives, of seeds sown.
In moments of stillness, insights were revealed,
Whispering secrets that long lay concealed.
The truth was not fixed, but ever-changing,
A kaleidoscope of stories rearranging.
Having found some kind of truth, they knew,
The story was about to take a different view.
A tale of growth, of love, and of strife,
Unfolding with every twist of life.
For truth is not a destination to be attained,
But a dance of possibilities, unrestrained.
It lies in moments of vulnerability and grace,
In connections forged, and challenges we face.
So let the story unfold, with every page turned,
With newfound wisdom and lessons learned.
Having found some kind of truth, they embrace,
The beauty of life’s ever-evolving embrace
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