Small ”t” truth: Experience

It’s one thing to talk about the different worlds of Big “T” Truth and small “t” truth, but the real challenge is becoming fluent and comfortable in the small “t” world.  In this episode, we take a little time to cultivate space for truth. 

The text from the original poem that Chris Tripolino shares in this episode can be found here:

 

Today I had the courage to come to your house

I would have been mostly content to stand upon the threshold

But something within me reached out

And rang the bell

 

You came and welcomed me in

as a friend

Without a thought of the arrogant things I’ve said

about you

And right away I could see 

I was wrong anyway

 

These weren’t the sterile halls

Glass and polished ivory

There is life here; wisdom, and magic

 

Your house is full of children

Their songs and laughter echoing sweetly through the corridors

Elders sit at your table

and sometimes speak

But break the silence reverently, reluctantly interrupting a friend

 

The poets play in your fields

The scientists know to stay nearby

The theologians sit on the fences beyond

An interesting view, an uncomfortable seat

An unprompted vow to abstain

from experiencing these lands firsthand

 

Yes, there are many who live far beyond

The politicians in their perches knowing when to speak your name

The pundits, editorializing, obscuring

selling tickets as if the view was the main event

 

The rest, perhaps content to live on the borderlands

In the shadow of your gates

A s I was 

For a time