What is the Truth?

What is the truth?

About the time I think I know

what I am talking about,

someone comes along and

shares their version

of reality

from their unique perspective.

While listening,

I hold my tongue,

keeping my version

of reality in abeyance.

I try on the new idea,

silent through the presentation

I hear their words

I try on the ideas.

Do they fit?

Some of this

I have heard before.

Much of it is already

“on the shelf,”

the storage place

within my mind

piled high,

even cluttered

with thoughts and ideas

mandating further investigation,

consideration and meditation.

The presenter always

shares the perspective

as though it were true,

being convinced he is right.

I, challenging my perspective,

walk away doubting, troubled,

wondering whether the truth

of anything

can be known.

We live in a confusing world

replete with

facades, 

delusions,

deception

and avarice.

On top of all this,

we now have the Internet,

where plenty of support can be found

in an instant

for any idea embraced

and championed.

As for me,

I know this is true:

I know I am sitting here typing.

I can only presume

I am not in a dream,

some sort of matrix

from which I may one day awaken.

It seems to me

entirely possible

even probable,

that I may be

asleep,

unaware;

and that whoever I am,

and whatever I am really doing,

will one day be clear to me,

when I finally awaken,

to be fully aware.

Oh how I long to be there,

which I know

instinctively

is really here!

Of this I am also sure:

when I finally arrive

to be fully present here,

I will finally be there,

at the place
I am born

to be.