"There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth,
not going all the way, and not starting."
There's an obvious theme running here in my Buddhist quotes these days,
I find that I cannot do without it in my relationships.
Not truth as weapon but as healing, creative energy;
to be allowed to birth one's truth,
to hear and feel the refreshing ripples in waves of honesty,
not the dead, dank air of a storage locker where tired, used old phrases
and unspoken rules lay covered, waiting in mossy darkness.
But a sharing as exquisitely rich and lush as the blessed song of any mountain stream
or the tiny, flapping wings of a sun-drenched, blossoming meadow.
Truth can be difficult, painful, heartbreaking,
but like the stretching of birth,
it can bring joy, creation, forward motion.