The Truth

One who is a universe within a greater one
seeks only to discover the beauty of truth.
To venture though the mist of deception
that conceals the only path to the proof.

How will I know it when I meet it?
Has it a sound, does it have a smell?
When I see it, will I know it for certain?
Is it like heaven, or more like hell?

Why does the greater universe hide its beauty
if truth is so essential to the existence of man?
Maybe, its discovery is our only true purpose
and the journey there is just a part of the plan?

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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