Shadow Moments

In the foggy veil of choice between open or closed,

Does your mind spark at the truth it sees through the mist?

Does it come alive for just a second

At the sight of real food after

subsisting on man-made, synthetic soundbites?

In those precious quarks of time is

your soul jolted out of its sleep

by the clarifying view of reality?

Would you recognize the desire

to marry the truth and

cherish its security?

Could you allow yourself

to consider shrugging off

the layers of dusty antiquity

in order to enjoy

the fresh air of reason?

Or…

Do you automatically snuff out that spark?

Do you consciously kill your appetite for truth?

Do you faithfully self-administer

another dose of opium?

Is that desire instantly deemed hideous?

Does the stale air of familiarity

enable you to keep the doors closed

to the cleansing breeze of truth?

In these shadow moments,

Where we decide what our soul

would accept or reject,

where we suspend time for a nanosecond

to ponder the foundations on which we

engineer our personal operations,

would you just once seize the light

and choose to live in truth instead?