Versions of What Is

Versions of what is:

it's not for truth, although once I believe my search as so defined, but that reality itself seems to hold versions of what is truthful through various circumstances and the observers state of mind. No one holds an ultimate truth, and there is no point of final understanding. I am my own living reality, truth told through moments of direct experience and only then let go. 

each moment holds a slightly different version of what is.

this isn't a claim of nothing being true, or that aspects of reality can't be explained - this is my own philosophy of thought, another version told. Yet certainly I've found no permanent truth to hold to, my life life has proven to be nothing more than a shifting point of view. What was once believed as gospel now seem naive. My truth has grown in its capacity of discernment, that a description of any event, or object belongs only to the moment it occurs or is witnessed. 

truly, I know nothing beyond the present moment. 

but I navigate life as if I do, holding certain to my daily reality, of what is seen, and feels real. This is a helpful version of truth. I know the sun will rise in the east, my day begins with the sureness of this ritual, my every sense tells this is so. This an appearance of truth. Of course reality is the rotation of the earth. 

what's true comes to me in layers.

and even insights and sudden revelations only show a layer to my mind - if I wait, deeper still in silence, there comes the calm of letting even them go by. I have no need to know anything as certain. As everything is, I too am defined by layers. What I am, my truth, final or otherwise, we never fully be revealed. 

at least not in this version told. 

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Peace, Eric