tmbt: kind truth

We, if we’re like me, like to say it how it is, like to sock it to the man… even if the man shows up as a snide remark in the mouth of a dear friend. We, if we’re like me, like to say “You betta check yourself!” And then we, if we’re like me, gets tired of hurting people and says nothing for a while… too long a while. Then we, if we’re like me, gets tired of the lump in the throat, the unsaid unravelling of years of unsaid. Then we, if we’re like me, ventures forth into the big bad world of the word… of the truth of kindness, the kind truth, the kind of words that are true and truly kind. Because the truth inherent is kindness incarnate. Sometimes I find myself venturing out into the world from behind the curtain of the would-be Adam’s apple with only a cloak and a sword. The sword, sitting quietly by, holds witness to the truth delivered with the warmth of the cloak… and there it is! The beauty of truth wide open, ready to receive, available for love… Kind. True. Beautiful.

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~ by HeatherArtLife on June 27, 2008.

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