hear the thud of truth falling in an empty forest / one truth / after another
truth drops when ripened / predictable as hunger /
hearing truth / proves giving and receiving is possible /
silence / no one listening / or someone saying I heard nothing / proves
fear / is real /
/ a crowd listening / hoping someone will say what to do / is
fear / repeated again and again / history / hostility harnessed /
what have I to do with what is believed? / what have I to do with truth ?
I have not been taught to persuade / am easily distracted from trying / and likely to settle for nothing
/but now/ at this time/ truths drop like fruit heavy on our heads/ the windfall abundant
the fruit of fiery times / if this heavy seed falls and no one hears it / is there truth?
yes, there is piercing truth / there is evidence
listen / to what is /done/ there is the sound of truth /
Jo Mariner
Poems for THE LIST (eners) 
Lovely Jo. X
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I like this a lot, especially how it starts. ‘The thud of truth’, developed then followed later by ‘heavy’…..and ‘heavy’. It occurs to me to send you some of my art work in exchange. Will try to do that sometime!
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Yes.please send work!
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Jo,
This poem is delicious and so appropriate for what is happening here in the US with claims of alternative truths…We can simply eat that fruit of truth when it falls on our head. Or we can go hungry. I spent a lot of time this weekend pondering truth and how we do not hear it, do not listen.
I think perhaps that is because we are essentially still tribal beings so we fear that the boundaries of our particular tribe will be lost or blurred. Afraid of other stories, afraid of the other… When the truth is that we are the other and they are us. I made an intention this weekend to be painfully and ecstatically present and aware. To let the truth guide me even into the fearful unknown…
Love,
jonas
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