The House of Truth
Embracing the Unvarnished Reality That Sets Us Free
Truth isn’t something we stumble upon; it’s something we actively seek and courageously embrace. The most liberating moment is when we stop running from reality and start dancing with it. Truth-seeking is a superpower: it transforms confusion into clarity and fear into wisdom. Even when truth feels overwhelming, we’re always stronger choosing authentic discomfort over the false peace of denial.
And besides, the truth is the truth no matter how we spin it.
In other words, if someone is a racist, Nazi, pedophile creating destructive global distractions to escape imprisonment for crimes against children and humanity, then this is the truth, right? No matter what we’d like it to be, it is what it is. Shouldn’t we let truth inform our understanding and guide our choices?
The House of Truth
We build our houses on shifting sand,
Paint the walls in colors that please us,
Hang portraits of who we wish we were,
But the foundation knows its own truth,
Whispers through floorboards at midnight
What daylight refuses to hear.
The mirror in the hallway reflects more than we bargained for—
Crow’s feet mapping years of laughter,
And worried shoulders curved
From carrying what we thought we’d set down long ago,
Eyes that have seen too much to pretend innocence anymore.
Still we stand before it each morning,
This silver oracle that speaks in the language of light and shadow,
Learning to love the landscape of our becoming,
The beautiful, terrible honesty
Of a face that has lived,
Hands that have held both joy and sorrow,
A heart that beats its steady rhythm
Regardless of our stories about it.
Truth is the sun rising whether we draw the curtains or not,
The tide returning despite our sandcastles,
The season changing while we argue with the calendar.
We can choose to meet it at the shoreline of ourselves,
Feet planted in wet sand,
Arms open to the salt wind
That strips away everything but what remains—
This breath,
This moment,
This fierce, tender aliveness
That asks nothing of us but presence.
