Me, you.
Us, them.
Right,wrong.

You are selfish.
No, you are selfish.

Black, white.
Pink, purple.

Who is right?
Who is wrong?

Who is the sheep?
Who is the wise one?

In the words of Rumi:

Out beyond right and wrong there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.

Fight among yourselves.
Bicker some more.

They want us fighting.
They want us mad.

Stir the pot.
Stir some more.

When does it stop?

When you decide.
One person at a time.

Step out of the battle.
Put down the sword.

Surrender at last.

Can I live these words?
I don’t know?

This is not a fighting song.

Step into your power.
Lead the way.

Put down the sword.

I’ll go first.
I’ll go first.

~Hayley Mermelstein

She is two years old and gripping her mom’s hand tightly.

And at the same time an interesting and intriguing sight looms ahead.

Oh, sweetie pie,

It’s a big world out there, but you are going to have to let go of your mom’s hand if you want to see it.

There is intrigue in her eyes.
The debate looms large.

Which will it be?

The comfort of mom’s hand or the adventure of the unknown.

Which will it be?

I ask myself this same question every day.

And every day I am afraid.

And some days I let go of the hand that holds me and some days I cling.

The unknown beacons.

What will you do sweet one?

Which will you choose?

I’m ready for the truth now.

The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

I woke up with this feeling today.
After months and even years of confusion.

I’m ready for the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

What would you know, if you were not pretending not to know?

What truth have your pretended not to see?

I want the truth. The whole truth. And nothing but the truth.

And I don’t want to call a friend.
And I don’t want to consult the psychic.
And I don’t want to talk to a therapist.

No, I want to see it for myself.

I want the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Don’t water it down for me.
Don’t sugar coat it.

I want truth.
I want honesty.
I want total transparency.

What would you know if you weren’t pretending not to know?

What truth would revel itself to you, if you were ready to receive it?

Do you want the truth?
Are you ready for the truth?

As for me, I’m tired of living a lie.

I want the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Reveal your secrets to me oh universe.

I’m ready.