Soon after he arrived I gave him
some food. Half way through
his ham and eggs he raised a fork,
pointing it at me as if he had
a thought:
“The universe is where you are, not
somewhere else. Belief is the key,
not truth. Truth is relative,
subjective,
so don’t look for it.
Believe
in what’s important
to you
and go all out. Then keep it
to yourself.”
© copyright David F. Barker
Ciscography 
Fabulous.
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Hi David, I do like this one, it is deep: don’t look for truth. Maybe it is true.
I would have to look into it 🙂 xx
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Thank you!
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Francis, this is perfect.
May I reblog it on “Into the Bardo”
http://intothebardo.wordpress.com/
Jamie
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Hi, yes if you would like to – I would be honoured and grateful for your interest. Thank you!
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I am honored. I think you subscribe, so you’ll know when it goes up – probably Friday or Monday. 🙂
Thank you!
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No problem, I’m thankful to you.
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One could almost be in the same room when he pointed his fork!
Great poem, and oh so true!
(Shhhhhhh!)
Z
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Beautiful. Love it.
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Thank you!
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He’s got the secret eh? 🙂
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Yep, listen to the hobo!
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Wise words, great poem!
Christine
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A wise man indeed that trap – as is the writer of his story.
Anna :o]
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Smart tramp!
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Hi! I’ve nominated you for the Super Sweet Blogger Award! Just follow the link – http://mikesfilmtalk.com/2013/01/05/super-sweet-blogger-award-sweeeeet/
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Hi! Thank you, you are most kind.
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You are welcome! 😀
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David, I love what you have to say in this. Your writing is always excellent.
(Have missed your poetry – am trying to catch up a bit finally!)
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