If you speak the unthinkable

The price for saying the truth is Knowledge.

A door open,

for the rawness of being to sneak in.


Pain in form of loneliness,

space enough to fill your whole being and to eat you down to the bones.


The truth is scary, standing strong for centuries. Unmovable. Complete.

The truth is the Teacher, the Master of all that is and isn't,


Can one human perspective see it,

comprehended it?

No. That's why we come in waves,

and die in waves.

That what we have managed to comprehend during a life time is the Truth.

That what we have had the courage to let in, is the Truth.

God.