The nature of truth



What I hear of I cannot see,
what I see I know it cannot be,
why is it so?

A promise is made,
yet when I grasp it,
it fades leaving me with nothing to show.

I try to hold it in my heart,
but that was futile from the very start.

Though it is there for all to see,
the powers that be will never set it free.

Concealed and abandoned by deceitful words and minds,
its presence they do their best to undermine.

What is revealed by words is seldom true,
for what is made known is seen by very few.

Masked by those who care and those who fear,
its essence is sometimes never clear.

 But  never fear,

its always near.

If you truly seek it you will find it.




J M Lysun