You go out every day
and find your own truth,
bringing it in from the cold,
trying the stuff on for size,
seeing what fits and what doesn't.

thinking all along,
if you've gotten this far,
that what worked
way back when
doesn't quite reach
where it needs to go
now.

And though, if you really need to,
you can beat yourself up
and show how wrong you were,
repenting the old ways,
and ripping your shirts and robes,
before getting on
with whatever truth
the truth is now,

such antics
aren't demanded
by anyone
who matters
or by anything
that counts.

It's the truly courageous ones
who see this clearly,
you know,

and thereby come
to really know
the reality
that breathes
and cries
and grows
and changes

in the mind
of true self
that flows
where the universe
makes its home.