Truth in Life

Truth in Life,
Enjoys teasing the living.
Hiding in an unseemly crevasse,
Unseen yet vaguely sensed,
It cannot be felt,
For more than a moment.

Truth in Life,
Brazenly knocks at no one's door,
Boldly taps at no one's window,
For it truly is the shyest of creatures.

Those who avidly search,
For Truth in Life,
Will be stricken blind,
By their own sunshine zeal,
Radioactive in its shimmering nature.

And in their darkness,
They will imagine enlightenment,
And falsely feel that they behold,
Substance,
While Truth in Life's lonely chuckles,
Echo in the searching night.


Others,
May find it flitting about,
At the bottom a beer can,
At the point between sleep,
And wakefulness,
Mid-sentence or mid-breath,
At a traffic light,
In a loved one's eyes,
Or at the center of a rotten nectarine,
Kniddling the cocooned seed.

Because Truth in Life is in all places,
And all things,
Like a Brahmanic jigsaw,
Whose disjointed molecular pieces,
Assemble and reassemble,
In ever surprising forms.

But heed these words,
Young searcher,
No one ever has,
Nor ever will,
Behold Truth in Life's mocking face.

The wisest may only glimpse its exiting back,
And the lucky may only catch a whiff,
Of its lingering perfumes.