Chasing the Untimate
Truth is not a bean count.
it's not static, not fixed.
It is ever expanding.
We have no hope
of ever gabbing hold of it.
The sky is all around us,
it has a hundred faces,
that flow away as it is studied.
At times,
the thoughtful might wonder
if they are the fish
or the fishbowl?
Man takes a snapshot of his life,
that still-life, turns to water.
The ultimate is beyond,
always beyond.
Truth is an ever-growing
image of itself,
a vision forever seen
from the mind of a goldfish.
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