The lies are a garbage dump in your mind
They get thrashed around each passing day
You place there new lies all the time
While letting the others stink with decay
Some come with endless hate
These you love, you keep most caring
Some are little but evolve it great
These become your lies most glaring
Every lie, every hate, all you’ve worn
Every lie has been proven wrong in all its being
Even the lies that you’ve newly hatched and born
Even those lies one cannot imagine believing
No doubt soon your garbage dump will disappear
While some lies die, others rise above you
But your lies have and always affect those who fear
Truth in all its form can change your hateful view.
The Acharn
- Cecil Hill
- Retired military officer and wife. Taught at Assumption University of Thailand from 2002 -2007 and at Southwest Jiaotong University - Emei Branch 2007 -2010. Currently retired and living at home in Bangkok, Thailand. More formal education than common sense dictates. Career language and cultural enthusiasts. Combined knowledge of more languages than is practical. Both realized early on that material never out weighs spiritual. Pursuing the spiritual as a lifelong endeavor.
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