Taking
pure source,
cultures invent monolithic truths
And
then societies chisel
at
their standings
Until
the destruction crumbles
Into
dust of untruths.
Nature’s
irrepressible forces
assimilate
all untruths
And
then nurture
new
growths
Until
evolution refreshes
life
into purity.
Pebbles
upon the calm water
Abound
into circles and expound
That
the rings are neither eternal truths
Nor
are they terminally false-
They
are poetry in motion
Until
the stillness
Recovers
the intention.
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