Truth

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Truth is not won by drawing a line in the sand,
It etches in the heart what the mind can’t withstand.

Its forged in a brow all too familiar with pain,
Yet too filled with resolve to hold onto disdain.

It’s not built up in columns nor a heavy façade,
It follows along the cracks of each meandering LeMaurade.

It bleeds through the fibers of the ego’s tattered remains,
‘Til all is bleached unrecognizable but the humility stains.

It crumbles the vestige of the smallness of man,
Reunites the omega with the alpha; where the individual began.

Jen Ward

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Awakening

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Within crusted walls of embedded emotion,
Bombarded by waves of perpetual commotion,
Is a permanent “me” determined to stand,
Slough off adversity like layers of sand.

Draw in the Light from a far away source,
To Stand firm in the Love; seems “par for the course”,
Reverberating in music; a most precious choir,
Break through the dross, confusion and mire.

Emanate, vibrate, reverberate, resound,
Be inundated with such beauty I unfurl and rebound,
Show others imprisoned what awakening can be,
Humbly resonating loving and Free.

Jen Ward 10/21/13

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