I used to know The Truth. Truth with a capitol letter walked with the swag of dogma. Dogma presenting with a snide grin and accompanied by narrow mindedness and insufficient facts that draw a bead on truth but even then might miss the bulls eye as it rips the target.
The eyes of truth tremble in a kaleidoscope and you cannot scope it out. The vain attempt to get the truth as if you were a reporter. You give up the search for Upper Case Truth but find that even lower case is an illusive character. You’ve chased both cases all your life, allowing always for new input, which simply erases or smudges what is known.
Put on your roller skates and follow truth down the sidewalk on his/her gender neutral skateboard. Soon you are bored with repetition and are jolted awake as Truth leaps a wall and dives into bubbling waters to swim beyond your ken. You know nothing, the ken of no thing.
No one can know the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you god and the judge will not even mention your goddess so you’d just best not go to court with this truth issue binding your tongue.
Truth is a perception in a moment. Moments should hold Truth aloft to praise and admire but you know you would admire truth at your own risk. You slump down in your chair, admitting this truth search is risky business. Still you wander out under the fir trees, search under garden rocks and watch sow bugs roll into tight wads of hidden truth you will never figure out.
Out in the open baring your truth-grasping kite to the wind, or inside with your nose in a book, you do not notice truth laughing at the top of the cedar tree. Only the wind or full moon light will tell you that trees are truth keepers, silently rooting and listening to whispering breezes and drumming rains.
Should the truth rain down, you’d probably pop up an umbrella and then filter it for contamination and still you will only find a nugget of its essence which might be sufficient for some but never enough for you.
When it comes to you, this moment of truth, true knowing, will you be aware? Some day you may hold a handful of truth and toss it aside, thinking it is grime. You will wash your hands of truth.
Drop your dogma in the garbage disposal and polish your trifocals because truth might be just around the next corner.