Truth Longs to Set You Free

There are some truths so tender we barely admit them—even to ourselves. We don’t speak them aloud for letting them cross our lips renders them too real…more real than we know what to do with. To acknowledge those kinds of truths feels dangerous.

We fear their release will light the solitary match that burns our carefully constructed lives to the ground.

Does this mean our life has been built on a lie? Or thousands of tiny, white lies, miniscule ones—imperceptible to everyone but ourselves? Maybe. Hairline fractures where we chose what was easy instead of what was True. Little cracks where we decided the safe path instead of the True path.

Accumulated choices layered so delicately and in just such a way that if we tread carefully enough we can almost forget that we lose ourselves when we go on living like that.

If we breathe too deeply or stop bracing perhaps we’ll break through – the Truth will break through. We’ll be laid bare and made to face what we’re pretending not to know. The reckoning will be upon us.

We avoid this moment of Truth at all costs but deep inside the soul craves to be purified in the savage medicine of this fire.

There are moments in the night when we can’t sleep and in that space in between Truth visits us huddled under the blankets and we face off sheepishly, feverishly… It’s a relief to be found out, to not have to keep it in or pretend anymore.

Truth whispers and bellows in the weight on our shoulders, in the overwhelm, in the longing that aches in the nectar-center of our heart, the secret yearning that makes no sense but just won’t leave us alone.

Truth pleads to initiate us to another way, a truer way, a beauty way, our Spirit-way.

Truth threatens to implode our secretly-strained lives and meticulously curated identities because it longs for our emancipation. It yearns to set us free into the wild selves we came here to be.

And yet that brief huddle with Truth….it passes…and we go on living…if we can call it that…like it never even happened. Daylight comes and it’s as though we never said it…lips tightly closed…dimly lit match extinguished…we go on with the show. Because we’re scared, we’re getting older, we’re too comfortable, it’s not a good time, and we’re unsure what it would mean to walk through that door, to set ourselves ablaze in that blessed fire.

We don’t feel worthy of that kind of blessing. So we don’t and yet we cannot forget no matter how hard we try because Truth doesn’t forget. It’s relentless like that.

Truth stalks like a wild cat. It’s patient like that.

Truth knows that you know.

Truth waits. It’s not going anywhere. It’ll keep calling even if you don’t answer…but when you do…if you do …you’ll have the auspicious fortune of living a Love affair with Truth. To entrust yourself to the pulse of life and to dance with it, as it…

And, you my dear, you came to be danced.