what is truth

what is truth, the elusive prize, the lie, the foundation of being, this perfected existence. in one sense, truth is unknowable, truth envisions some infinite awareness that has perception beyond the duality of all existence and therefore extends beyond the boundaries of the knowable, leaving mans small mind behind, yet man is more than mind and more than flesh, there is the psychic, the intuitive the undefined region of mans relationship to the universal. but that's where it ends, the descriptions are of the approach and the leaving not the truth itself. Ramana Maharshi espoused the practice of asking who am I for to know that is to somehow approach the truth of who we are. but it is not in the knowing of that but rather the knowing of not that not that until there is nothing left. then once the mind has been subtracted the true self can emerge, wordless and wonderment, empty yet filled with all, eternal yet in the finite realm of man, the experience has no description but exists truthfully in the heart. the result of years of practice or the unexpected explosion of awareness from the mundane yet painful knowledge of ones lacking in this world, the truth shocks the system and leaves the world a small matter to be dealt with as needed not as the reason for living. life seems a starting point, like a child in their first year of school, more interested in the colors on the ceiling than the teacher or the studies, each life is a study of restraint and letting go, the denial of truth and its seeking. one moment awash in the only things that bring pleasure and the next fed up with the laxity and looseness of the fickle flesh. ways to circumvent the truth are the giving up since man is only weakness and cant be held responsible to the fact that once found lifes sweetness has no more pull and what once mattered becomes the daily chore of throwing out the garbage and tearing out the walls where you used to live. in the end the life choices are always to improve, to do better to increase the efficiency or to maximize the potency or somehow be better at what it is you do or want. some its better avoidance others its the clinging to beliefs, all are dreaming they don't want to awake for the last moment of knowing the life is over is too tragic too painful or too dear. but we are the end of ourselves eventually, our own best friend and worst enemy awaiting someone to notice the flaws and the victories but realizing there is no one but the self alone and terrified of discovering the truth, that there is nothing contained in the self, nothing that will endure or even change what is, and to experience the ultimate is to die no matter how grandiose this life is. no one escapes and this evens the playing field, saint and sinner alike, rich and poor powerful and weak. there is only consciousness untouched and alive in everyone, awaiting the signal, the torch to burn away the clutter and reveal the uncut jewel of the inner being, the true Self that each experiences alone. truth has no words to say but releases what is hidden as it pushes its way to the consciousness. not this not this it says and the life you lived falls and becomes the stones that step to the next door of unveiling, stepping through to what could not be known before.