Truth is not some simple statement of fact, but a flower that opens gently, never to cease in that opening, like a lotus whose petals are infinite. It is the process of opening, of blooming, that reveals a little bit more, from behind the veil. Truth is a living thing, and in that, it is really a process of unfolding. In our observation, in our openness to truth, the energy behind that opening is supplied. We are part of truth – truth does not sit outside of us to be perceived and set down.
Truth is alive, as we are.