Truth or...?

How true anything is, or anything could be?

When the veracity is ever unknown ;

To the eyes that do not see and the ears that do not hear

Even so, what absolutes can I seek,

For what I see and hear, traverse through myriad wavelengths

To touch my consciousness; to tune in;

To align with my beliefs and perceptions;

To make me believe or belie my expectations

When everything all on a sudden looks so perfect

Or, all at once feel so wrong or unjust,

Untrue is just a word while truth is that awakening

Within me, the rising, if I could I see,

The matter, the dualities, the doubles in a being;

The thoughts, the deeds, the doings

All synchronized in an orbit,

In this medley of the universe,

The so-called truth, what light can show,

when I know not its origin, nor the infinite;

This consciousness, the calmness to settle;

In that universe, the truth that is me!