Try to tell Me
What you feel,
And in that moment,
Be as real
As pain or pleasure
Never lie
To Me.

Sift, at first,
Through your lies.
Amazing how many
We find
When measured
Against truth.

You don’t know why
Your lies have so grown,
Like weeds in a field
Once mown,
Under control,
Fit for food
That living beings
Use for nourishment.

Choose to eat
The flesh of the one
Who is truth.
What you have eaten
Comes out of you.

Eat truth.