Truth
Why does truth hold awesome power
over human existence?
What is it?
Isn't truth the reflection of
mind's search for perfection,
Unalloyed, unbending, immaterial;
Isn't truth the fulfillment
of the inner dream?
We know not what truth is,
Yet we do not cease to find
it.
It is the ever-present ignorance
of mind,
Scintillating illusion we worship.
Human senses can grasp only
so much,
Reason has a finite structure
based on experience,
Knowledge is expanding faster
than understanding.
Facts are not the only things
that make the truth,
It is the logic which relates
them to the total reality that is the truth,
It is something which stands
the test of time.
Truth is the magnificent search
for perfection,
Ever-expanding horizon eluding
definition,
Reality is many more sided than
the human reach,
But understanding is simpler
than knowledge.
The universe may not overwhelm
us,
Because its principles may be
within our grasp,
But the realization of the principles
may elude us for long,
The search for the truth may
go on for eons to come,
So the search for truth may
become more significant than its possession.
Search for truth is a merciless
passion,
A religion more entrancing than
practiced to worship any god.
We want to know who we are,
Where the universe came from?
And if time will ever cease
to be?
Truth has a roadway to our heart,
The essence of truth is not
the arrival at truth,
But the never-ending search
for it.
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