"The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than it took to blossom."
- Anais Nin
Satya is defined in Patanjali's translation of the Sutras as "truth". Now, we have our moments, our daily little lies or stretches of the truth. But this pales in comparison to our own truths, the ones that create the foundation of our lives.
You might be waiting for me to say little epithets like "In reality..., the truth is..." but is there a singular statement that can really encapsulate us all? Maybe truths like we are all made out of water and are mostly the same, that oceans and our bodies maybe aren't so different after all. That we all feel tides whether we are aware of it or not, and that even when we achieve ultimate stillness, we are never really still.
The truth of truthiness is its inexact definable qualities from me to you. We all experience our own truths that unfold over time as grow and peel back our layers. But from the ground of truth, where we are all united like the sea, how are we so differentiated? Does the sea consider itself separate, would it? We are all part of the universal flow of energies, adrift on our rafts of truth. So keep paddling towards the horizon and don't let the storms deter you, the path to truth is constant and inward. Our depths we've just begun to explore.
s & k