Here, with candles and lamp, . There is no falsehood, corruption or hyprocrisy. Here there is truth. Truth is the stars, Truth is each tree, bush, blade of grass that bends to the onset of winter. Truth is each delicate wild briar rose stalk that wears her shade of crimson.
Truth is mother moon staring from behind and beyond pioneer peak and from behind grad mama spruce.
Truth is Great Spirit opening ears, heart and mind to the oneness that is silent. There is no secret here . There is truth. Here in this overwhelming silence.