<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Truth â€' The Will to Know</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hope dreams chromatic showers<br>to dissipate mind's mist, <br>endowering scope, truth's powers<br>help understand much missed <br>in studying Man’s hours, <br>to grave from cradle kissed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams net realities<br>from past and future frames, <br>life’s metamorphoses<br>invent eternal games<br>to gild tomorrow’s frieze, -<br>imagination’s tease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stars stringing far horizon, <br>translation could retain, <br>within truth's sphere - it lies on<br>heart purified from stain.<br>Soft soul rainbow relies on, <br>prismatic white won't wane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's multicoloured mesh<br>was netted on mind’s shelves, <br>but inspiration fresh<br>is sent by smiling elves<br>who to ideas gift flesh, <br>lend wave-lengths from themselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past days are passed! Fresh wings<br>unfurl, truth's banner stays, <br>explaining causal swings<br>through an enlightened gaze, <br>serenity's strong rings<br>ignores both pain and praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each day brings hope, Life’s frame<br>mirrors far stars a-gleaming, <br>revolving, never tame<br>sends light, delight flight seeming<br>eternal. Some exclaim<br>time modifies all meaning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet Truth remains the same<br>mortality redeeming, <br>serves neither gold nor fame.<br>Bright beacon ever beaming<br>beyond Time's petty shame, <br>beckons with light rays streaming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From falsehood flee, find fast<br>in truth's ruth rede refusal<br>of discord, strife, at last<br>nor bias nor recusal<br>holds fort, for just thoughts' cast<br>surpasses all perusal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each is of each a glow, <br>true echo which at first, <br>sounds dim, begins to grow, <br>and finally may burst<br>as “Truth” - The Will to know -<br>quenches its quenchless thirst. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(2 August 1995 revised 3 September and 23 September 2009 expanded 15 January 2011 robi03_0761for previous versions see below) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dream of coloured showers<br>to dissipate mind's mist, <br>endowering me with powers<br>to understand much missed <br>in studying Man’s hours, <br>to grave from cradle kissed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stars stringing far horizon, <br>translation could retain, <br>within love's sphere - it lies on<br>heart purified from stain -<br>moon beam soft soul relies on<br>while love lasts need not wane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's multicoloured mesh<br>was netted on mind’s shelves, <br>but inspiration fresh<br>was sent by smiling elves<br>who to ideas gave flesh, <br>lent wave-lengths from themselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past days are passed! Fresh wings<br>unfurls bright banner, stays<br>explaining causal swings<br>to an enlightened gaze, <br>serenity's strong rings<br>ignores both pain and praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each day brings hope, Life’s frame<br>mirrors far star a-gleaming<br>revolving, never tame<br>sends light, delight flight seeming<br>eternal, we exclaim<br>time modifies all meaning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams net realities<br>from past and future frames, <br>life’s metamorphoses<br>invent eternal games<br>to gild tomorrow’s frieze, -<br>imagination’s tease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each is of each a glow, <br>an echo which at first, <br>though dim, begins to grow, <br>and finally may burst<br>as “Truth” - The Will to know -<br>quenches its quenchless thirst. <br>2 August 1995 revised 3 September 2009 and 23 September 2009 <br>for previous version see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dream of coloured showers<br>to waft away the mist, <br>endowering me with powers<br>to understand, assist, <br>the study of Man’s hours, <br>to grave from cradle kissed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stars strings wing far horizon, <br>stars pocket would retain, <br>within love's sphere - it lies on<br>heart pure that knows no stain -<br>moon beam soft soul relies on<br>while love lasts may ne'er wane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This multicoloured mesh<br>was netted on mind’s shelves, <br>but inspiration fresh<br>was sent by smiling elves<br>who to ideas gave flesh, <br>not wave lengths from themselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past days are passed! Fresh wings<br>breathe beauty here that stays<br>to light Time as it swings<br>upon enlightened gaze, <br>‘tis intuition’s rings<br>ignoring pain and praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each day brings hope, Life’s frame<br>mirrors the star thats gleaming<br>afar and ne’er the same<br>sends light, delight that's s[tr]eeming<br>eternal, while the game<br>is played with changing meaning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams net realities<br>from past and future frames, <br>life’s metamorphoses<br>invent eternal games<br>to gild tomorrow’s frieze, -<br>imagination’s tease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each is of each a glow, <br>an echo which at first, <br>though dim, begins to grow, <br>and finally may burst<br>as “Truth” - The Will to know -<br>quenches its quenchless thirst. <br>2 August 1995 2nd verse added 3 September 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426201" data-title="Truth â€' The Will to Know de Jonathan Robin" data-description="Hope dreams chromatic showers to dissipate mind's mist, endowering scope, truth's powers help understand much missed in studying Man’s hours, to grave from cradle kissed. 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