Search for Truth

"Who is she, this Truth of yours, of yours, of mine...
Shape-shifting to the tune of individual conception...
Illusory yet there, cold yet warm, loving yet distant, freeing yet constraining...
Who is he, this Truth past, present and future...
Leading us astray yet keeping us close...
Why the violent game oh Truth! People die because of you, for you in hopes of life...
So much death, so much right, so much wrong, so much violence...
Ash and dust we all are, yet ash and dust we defend behind our conceptualized veils of belief...
Better to believe than not, aye...!...To cope with who we are, what we are, why we are...
Oh Truth, the easy answer, surely, but not totally...
Only ignorance relies on Truth as easy! Truth is not done revealing herself...
How then can we know Him, this clandestine plastic Spirit, devoid of lifelong search?
'Sweetbreads,' aye...without brains is folly says the poet...
Turn inward you say...beyond mere 'membrance...I can see her now...
the psychotic disposition of calculating behavior...not far enough...
Is Truth outside high in the sky, beyond the burning balls of gas, dark matter, primordial chaos?
Why so cruel, Truth, shifty, dodgy, finger-tips away, teasing, goading...?
Why so beneficent, giving, loving, warming, attractive...?
Damn the mystery veiling your inconceivability so that I might see...
not with my eyes, but with my being...
Bring to order me that I might relate...

Amen..."