Truth is the Magpie’s morning call br Answering the Tui from the bush br The sound of wind in yellowed grass br Shaking leaves from autumn’s trees br Truth is a dropp of wine br Running down an empty glass br Rich red and scented as br That love I once held dear br Truth in a lover’s gentle touch br That calls response from bodymind. br br Truth is a pillowed breast br Unconditional share of being br Hidden places of the dark br Glowing softly within. br br Truth is a young child’s smile br Lifting arms in simple trust br In the world as they see their place br Warmth, food and love br Truths are all these, and more br Truth is what you think perceive and feel br Truth is what you make of it br Truth is.