The Circle of Truth


September 19th, 2018


The Circle of Truth

By Pratibha Anand

What is truth
If not a circle
Interconnected
Yet at times an arc’s length away
Joint
Yet diametrically opposed

What is truth if not the
Empty space within
Or the fullness that is contained?
The barrier, the closed system
Or the boundary of the infinite?

When we know Truth
Feel Truth
Are Truth
Is that truth just a circle
Of our own making?
Bent and oblong
Segmented and broken
Colored and dynamic

As we get closer
Perhaps we make circles around
The circle of truth

Attempting to approach
But in so doing,
Creating more circles
Spiraling away

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