Ko nga kupu o te mea Tika ko te Pono
The words of a simple truth usually are!
Raymond Te korako Ruka
The sweetest nectar within a Truth, when heard, is its simplicity.
Like a skeleton, it is all that there is – bare bones. Not just on being heard, but having it resonate throughout your core. Down to your own bare ones.
A truth isn’t singular, rather it is a drawing, an illustration Building-Block-Bones, one could even suggest. That, wry-sort-of-uncontrollable-smile-nodding-in-agreement, unconscious- acknowledgement. Wry curl of the lips, slightly open mouth-stuff!
Recognition stuff. Smug, I told me so stuff!
Try it, do the same thing in front of a mirror one day and see how stupid you look. It’s OK, we all look the same as Forrest Gump stupid.
Good stupid! Good medicine stuff stupid!
There is a Core place within you, that, if Reflection had a home, therein would be Its dwelling. It would be as if She were your beloved Housekeeper, a lifetime spent in waiting the Landlords return, though try as mightily and you might, you would very seldom make it home. Absentee Landlady/Landlord!
A Lighthouse even, it might be. Shining a light of discernment upon all, that the storms of life might throw against you. Especially, your most beloved! Yours.
Shattering stuff that! When it all manages to get past you and affects or infects those fragile ones you love the most!
And yet paradoxically, although unseen, it can be instantly
realized by simply tipping it from its container, as is, the protocol for uncorking a priceless, aged wine. Treated with the utmost respect – with a sovereign’s dignity and quiet.
Not in how it is spoken either, but rather, the manner in which it is phrased. Rolled around on the taste buds of one’s consciousness. Is it, or isn’t it? Yes, or no? The way you phrase it, especially will unlock the unlockable in another.
Like sleeping beauty – Truth Tellers, Great Opera Singers, of course they are, they share the magic of all the sages of past ages.
But, the real caress is when you address that single one from out among the crowd with your eyes closed, and when you do that, you gather them all, for each will consider themselves to be that chosen one and to them alone you speak, and, while you do that, you lovingly lather them all.
Everyone!
For in fact, when you see the single crowd and yourself, as one person there is indeed a symbiosis
To all their yearning hearts you offer to each of them, each at the same time, your own undiluted, unvarnished truth, that will open the gateway of their own inner unexplored understandings and even more then that, a wider acknowledgment to other doubts and puzzlements that have lain dormant within each of them.
It is the greatest gift we can bestow – sometimes unbeknown, to all, even too that one in particular who had been led, some-times pushed and shoved, to come along and hear what a stranger passing through, unbeknown, had changed the world for countless others and now had done the same for them.
Just someone else passing through, but, when you take time to reflect on it, that’s who we all are. Almost no one knows our most inner self or truth until those two personages are declared and shared and that is what we must all do at some time.
There will be no strangers here, until there are no strangers. Or there be folk we didn’t know, a moment ago, who had ghosts in their closets, but trust implicitly in themselves enough to share that trust with us and be brave enough to share all their ghost stories in the manner in which they choose. Why not, after such disclosure what have we each of us to lose?
We are all kids at heart, we all love ghost stories, as do we love happy endings or even more importantly ghost stories with endings, not necessarily happy endings – just endings.
So, we can begin new beginnings.
Experience tells us that one of the unkindest things to do is to bring or take ghosts into relationships, because ghosts always have a story that needs to be declared. Otherwise, no matter how much you weed the garden of a potential relationship, it will still have weeds and weeds, if they haven’t already, will forever fill empty spaces.
And, afterwards, each countless one, on their own, carry on going and change the world for another one out there standing in a crowd, on their own, all alone.
Each one person’s perception of a truth is different, but it being a truth, it is aligned with everything else that in itself, is from the family bloodline of the same. One vibrational family line. Truth!
One by one our diverse family continues to grow and no one notices it because as some come, others go and the merry-go-round of what we term life carries on irrespective of those who try to command the time we have and keep saying – not for me, I’m staying here forever because that’s what Gods’ say and do, they say they’re immortal and that’s okay but if that were true why isn’t this noble world of ours overflowing with Gods with nothing better to do than keep on filling this incredible world up with themselves?
Surely then, if that were the Truth, it would be bursting at the seams, to the very edges of our Milky Way galactic stream.
We don’t need a gigantic telescope to measure the distance between ourselves and the galaxies in outer space. We can measure that distance simply by answering a simple question. “Do I know my neighbors name and if I don’t, have I ever asked her or him what it is, or better still, is there anything I can do for them?
Is there anything from my meager abundance that I could offer to share? That’s what to travel at the speed of Light really means!
If Love in fact means Light, that is!
I know that’s what my granny’s always said, and they always tried their darndest to always act the way they spoke!
Raymond Te korako Ruka