The Unadorned Truth
The unadorned truth hangs from the tree of life
Dry branches break when facing a gust of wind
Shivering emotions fluctuate in the ethereal world of the senses
Far from the common discernment of the reality
The truth is an inaccessible treasure
Only time and wisdom can unveil it
Humbleness is a silent and invisible virtue
It hides somewhere in the soul
But the external noise hushes it
The stars gleam timidly in the dark blue of the night
When dismay is ineluctable, darkness is my haven
My heart is in grief and my mind in the obliviousness.
Esther Racah
