.truth.

it comes to me in a daydream,
clouds drift by,
unveiling lifetimes of memories.
the wind blows,
spirits whisper their stories flowingly,
it smells like freedom. it smells like love.
a bird flies into the bush in front of me,
she eats a small red berry, the gifts of Mother Earth,
and sings her song melodiously.
so real. so absolute.
everything just flows so harmoniously,
as I take it all in,
I conclude; I have discovered truth.
and I think to myself.
am i alone?