Truth is a ruin.
An abandoned castle,
Left in a cloud of dust,
By time’s forward thrust.
Desolation column and row,
Change and layer mock those who ‘know’.
Phantasmagoric stories float around
the graveyard of learning.
And the endlessly creative Earth indifferent
to intellectual yearning.
As soon as light hits your eyes, it is out of date.
As soon as words leave your mouth,
things are in a changed state.
Can you suspend the will to capture or express?
And just stick with this transcendent mess.
Truth is a ruin,
A folly of aristocratic falsity.
A theory of philosophical sophistry.
The Kingdom is fresh, wondrous and awake.
The kaleidoscopic Kingdom for Heaven’s sake.
An abandoned castle,
Left in a cloud of dust,
By time’s forward thrust.
Desolation column and row,
Change and layer mock those who ‘know’.
Phantasmagoric stories float around
the graveyard of learning.
And the endlessly creative Earth indifferent
to intellectual yearning.
As soon as light hits your eyes, it is out of date.
As soon as words leave your mouth,
things are in a changed state.
Can you suspend the will to capture or express?
And just stick with this transcendent mess.
Truth is a ruin,
A folly of aristocratic falsity.
A theory of philosophical sophistry.
The Kingdom is fresh, wondrous and awake.
The kaleidoscopic Kingdom for Heaven’s sake.
