Truth has but a single straight path,
Multitudes are courses unto untruth;
Truth like light lights all the times,
Flickers untruth with time’s whims.
Flight of truth is short and straight,
Untruth does wind in circuitous route;
Truth in essence is light and firm,
While untruth is fast, but lukewarm.
Slowly creeps, truth embeds in soul,
As gentle light, awakens inner whole;
Like lightning untruth flashes eyes,
Later sinks world to lightless abyss.
Truth is like trunk set in ground,
Untruth, branches, spread all round;
Truth oft meets untruth at times,
Untruth can’t bind to truth’s realms.
Truth is cosmic, untruth, sporadic,
Truth, realistic; untruth, sheer optic;
Truth sublimes to everlasting light,
But untruth wraps blindfold insight.
From naught to bloom, back to naught,
The celestial play is what truth plays;
Manifestations we find matter wrought
Along the course, that untruth claims.
Oceans, its depth, its vastness is truth,
Mirages in deserts, ephemeral, untruth;
What strikes insight beyond all sense
And glows within is truth in essence.
Truth is peace, and truth, ultimate joy,
Truth is fair course to reach right goal;
Untruth, false course, does it destroy
Thro’ endless baits to pathetic deep fall.
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