CONTEMPORARY ME

Monday, February 27, 2006

Purity of Truth


Where does it exist?
In your mother's love?
On a girl's clear skin?
In a moonlit sky?
In the fury of fire?
On a dead man's lips?
In the smell of air?
In the colours you see?
In the words that flow?
At the quench of thirst?
The thoughts seem endless
I now Know.Truth has
No boundary.For anything
That is pure.
Has no periphery...

2 Comments:

  • At 10:46 AM, Blogger R@hul said…

    I have to disagree with you on 1 point my friend. Truth is the purest version of reality. And reality is simply put..an individual's perception of his own existence. So truth I believe is individual dependent. That is its boundary. What I mean is truth is relative and never absolute. But yes there is one thing that is an absolute: The faculty of thought that accompanies our conciousness.

     
  • At 1:51 PM, Blogger Jody Kuchar said…

    A lovely poem. Thank you for sharing.

     

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