The latin for truth is Veritas.

Truth is a quality, which is often misunderstood and is far to big a subject to explain here.

The following is inspired by my brother saying "..a link to the past" on a facebook message and our first meeting where I realised the final piece of truth had come at last.

The Bridge of Veritas

A table of disjointed jigsaws brood like dropped meat
birth demons and angels; snarls and smiles.

So it is Solomon fills his hands with the task
turns fine silk to Soldier’s rags

two decades stuffed in the bruised pocket
the tall man comes, strides the abyss

Opens his arms to bridge the gap
Reveals the final piece.

There is no truth. A Wiseman knows this, never tells you it is right, never tells you it is wrong, while the fool proclaims the truth, writes it on the walls, laces it within bread and water, tells you to eat.

A Wiseman offers nothing but a mirror of questions to be reflected in the eye, thought on, explored like a newborns steps and learnt from every stumble and fall, while the fool judges on a pedestal and whips the legs forever onwards.

There is no truth, only what you are prepared to accept. Be wise, never be a fool.