2025-08-07
Truth Lives in Consciousness
Truth is not carved in stone or flame,
Nor bound by time, nor known by name.
It does not rest in books or laws,
Nor bow to power’s grand applause.
It whispers through the silent mind,
Where thought and being intertwine.
A stillness deep, where none pretend—
There truth begins, and truths may end.
Not in the noise of shouted claims,
Not wrapped in pride or veiled in blame,
But in the quiet, keen aware—
That breath of now, so raw and bare.
It lives where questions dare to go,
Beyond the “yes,” beneath the “no.”
A flame that flickers when we see
What is—not what we wish would be.
No mirror shows it, pure and whole,
But consciousness becomes its soul.
When mind is clear, and self is still,
Truth rises, shapeless, strong in will.
So seek not far, nor chase in vain—
The light you crave is in your brain.
For truth, unbound by space or fuss,
Lives quietly… in all of us.
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