Nothing can be said about Truth.
Truth is beyond description.

The finite cannot encapsulate the infinite,
Yet the infinitude is within All which appears finite.

Within a single rose petal
Is the entire universe.

Everything is Nothing, Nothing is Everything.
These are indistinct, indistinguishable, and inseparable,
For no “thing” is.

Thought is the imaginary line which appears between them
Thought is imagination.
Thought is illusion.
Imaginations and illusions,
Are simply thought processes.

Truth cannot be divided.
Truth cannot be categorized.
Truth has no reasoning.
Truth has neither beginning nor end.

Nothing exceeds Truth,
Nothing Is except Truth,

Nothing is more worthy of attention and energy than Truth.

Your honor,
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
To spend this existence
Giving attention and energy to the untrue,
Is to spend this existence,
Within the palace of illusion.

All which manifests is Truth.

Totally empty,
Infinitely eternal,
With no logic
With utter ease.

If one desires the ultimate Truth,
The fickle mind is of no use.
The mind is the fragmented appearance
Upon the surface of this endless void.

Truth is unencapsulatable by the conceptual (what a phrase!)

Truth is the ultimate endeavor,
The most serious pursuit
Anywhere in the vast multiverse.

Available only to the One who is willing to give everything,
And return to the center.

Beneath the surface,
Beyond the thoughts and senses,
Behind the appearance,
Is the Real
The Absolute
The Ultimate…

Truth