On the on-academic aspect of truth for us western, platonic, hyper rational ists.
I looked on the mountain for truth
in the cracks, on the peaks.
I looked in schools and books
until my head hurt.
I cried like a poet seeking truth.
A taste, a nibble,
aroma of truth
is all I could find, damn my mind.
Then wisdom spoke
to me, she cried,
she felt, she loved,
she healed, and she gave birth.
She bowed her head and surrendered
her life on the bloody tree