She has a demanding
sense of honesty,
for others, for herself,
keeping me, my fears, dishonesty
in check, moving ever bravely
toward the truth itself.
She has a perfect
sense of style,
truthful about me,
my faded pants and
holey tee-shirts, while
lifting me up from insipidity.
She is true in her
love of all living things,
especially her cats at play,
lies only a little, like when
she doesn’t like my cooking,
saying, “its okay”.
When I hear her truth knocking,
I know I should open the door,
begin some new unlocking,
see what new might be in store.
Let go, let it flow, and for an honest start,
listen with an open, peaceful heart.
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