What is truth?

To explore altogether reality’s question
moving away from ancient concepts,
hence the question: what is truth?

The word is not the thing;
to end the unconscious movement of thought,
to see conscious thinking;
to observe the depth of the Being
without the division between the mirror and its reflection;

To discard all processes of time
such as the content of consciousness;
neurons getting their existence back
out of that futile art of self-development;

A balance happens from facts
where thought has no deception
and its utility serves to write this poem;

thus, truth is nothing but space, like love;
to exist in silence, free of identification;
to flourish any skill in beauty
effortlessly, without seeking any reward;

a deep inquiry into true freedom.