Who knows what truth is?
Do I know?
Like all of us,
I could only hazard a guess.
Maybe it is a flower.
Maybe it is someone
With a prodigious charisma.
But who is he?
Or what is it?
It is anybody's guess.
My heart tells me
Truth is formless and infinitely creative,
Not only not of this world
But also in and of this world.
Both in and out.
In every existing thing,
At the same time, at all time.
For there is no time
When truth is or is not.
It is eternal.
Since nothing in this universe lasts for ever,
Least of all anything in this world,
My guess is that
That which creates and sustains,
and when the time comes
Withdraws this universe
And everything in it.
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