What is True?

Truth. What is true? Let’s ruminate on that for a moment. The first thing that came to mind when I read today’s prompt word truth, is about something that has absolutely nothing to do with the word true. In fact, I’m not even sure I can accurately describe it, but I’ll try. Truth is…complex. What is true for me may not be true for you. That’s crazy, right? I mean, how many different truths could there possibly be? The TRUTH is…I think there are many.

Truth.

What is true?

Is it a feeling,

Deep Inside?

Is it linear?

Is it one size fits all?

Is there really only one truth?

How will we ever know?

Science can answer many of our questions,

About that I am certain.

Logic is absolutely real.

Emotion is magic.

It grows and changes.

It can make you do the most daring things.

It can do the opposite.

Emotions are different for each one of us.

Our hearts feel different.

Our minds interpret the same feelings differently.

So is there one universal truth for everyone?

I’ll leave that open for you to decide for yourself.

My answer,

Quite plainly,

Is no.

Emotional truth is different for everyone.

Everyone is having a different experience.

It’s quite fascinating,

Really.

The key thing to do,

Is to listen.

Be open-minded.

Be compassionate.

Be kind.

Be open-hearted.

Be true to you.

Photo credit: Francesca Saraco, Burst

Fly High! RDP: Sunday

Can’t is a word that I often said.

Can’t is a word that was stuck in my head.

Can’t was a cop-out,

A way to get by,

While letting life,

Pass me right by.

But what if I could,

Asks the engine inside.

What if I found,

I could no longer hide?

Then what would happen?

Would I look up at the sky?

Would I grab the opportunities

That were passing me by?

Would I fly like an eagle,

Or soar like a bird?

Or would I be afraid

They would think I’m absurd?

But if I’m like a bird

I belong in the sky.

Not stuck on the ground,

So eager to fly.

My wings are not broken,

They’re simply afraid,

But now I must try

For what I was made.

 

 

RDP Friday: Empty

Huh. Empty.

That’s an interesting word.

If anything, I feel,

Anything but empty.

It’s weird.

I’m isolated right now,

For the most part,

As are many of us.

But empty?

Not so much.

It’s more like…

Filled with emotion.

Fear.

Courage.

Strength of personal bonds.

Support from loved ones.

Terror of the unknown.

Thoughts of unease.

Thoughts of love.

My heart is abuzz.

My brain is on fire.

But empty,

As you’d rightfully assume,

That I’d feel,

I don’t.

Maybe it’s because,

There are so many helpers out there.

Here’s to the helpers.

Here’s to the heroes.

Sacrificing their lives,

In order to save ours.

RDP Jueves: Explosivo

Cuando pienso en la palabra explosivo pienso en:

Ira roja, ardiente y ardiente.

Fuegos artificiales.

Pasión.

Obstinadamente dedicado.

Viviendo en el mundo de tu oficio

Tanto que el mundo exterior se desvanece.

Es solo tú y el papel.

Tú y tu instrumento musical.

Tú y tu mundo

Nada más puede romper tu enfoque.

Vives en tu imaginación hasta que el trabajo está hecho.

Como los pintores famosos

No puede distraerse del arte dentro de usted.

Eres explosivo. 

 

 

RDP Thursday: Explosive

When I think about the word explosive I think about:

Red, hot, fiery anger.

Fireworks.

Passion.

Doggedly dedicated.

Living in the world of your craft

So much that the outside world

Fades away.

It’s just you and the paper.

You and your musical instrument.

You and your world.

Nothing else can break your focus.

You live in your imagination until the job is done.

Like the famous painters

You can not be distracted from the art inside you.

You are explosive.

 

RDP Sunday: Earth’s Masterpiece

What is a masterpiece?

Does a masterpiece mean perfection?

Does it mean a lack of error?

The world is full of errors.

The world is also full of blessings.

It’s full of compassion.

It’s full of miracles.

Things exist that shouldn’t be able to.

It’s luck, yes or no?

The odds were stacked against human creation.

Yet here we are.

Time and time again the earth has adapted.

It’s grown.

Everything works in some sort of harmony,

Beautiful or not.

It’s all scientifically connected.

Art, music, you name it.

It’s all science.

It all works together,

Hand in hand.

It’s as if the earth itself is an orchestra conductor

And humans, animals, plants, etc.,

Are the violins, the cellos, each different section.

Yet it all comes together with earth conducting the show.

In all its errors, the existence of the orchestra is a masterpiece.

RDP Movie

Just like a movie,

Life characters come and go.

Bringing something new to the story.

A turn, an event,

Something unexpected,

Something you never knew.

Something you never imagined,

Something you never dreamed.

Some leave an imprint on your heart.

Some make your belly ache with laughter.

Some do not.

Some stay.

Some go.

Regardless, everyone keeps moving.

Regardless, life keeps changing.

Regardless, you decide what kind of movie

You want your life to be.

You’re the set designer.

You’re the actor.

You’re the director.

What will you let go?

What will remain?

What will you create?