The Authentic Winter Winter saunters in like an unwelcome, necessary friend Her cold breath baring truth That we hide from in layers Of colorful wool and heated blankets Her uncovered branches, offensive and sharp A lady with wit and wisdom We love to hate her But she is authentic and shows us beauty Whether we like it or not Whether our coffees or hot toddies are warm enough To shield us from the biting feeling Of the realization Of who we really are When our own branches are stripped Our facades harden and crack falling to the ground Like snowflakes Covering the green and brown grasses With ashen shadows of our projected realities….identities We play in our perceptions In the stories we tell ourselves We build them Shaping our lives with our frozen hands Trying to make them good enough Afraid when the distant sun melts the figures we have created And turns them into wet remnants soon to evaporate The cold remains We face the bar...
True words aren't eloquent; eloquent words aren't true. Wise men don't need to prove their point; men who need to prove their point aren't wise. - The Tao Te Ching