No fixed abode

There is no path to truth.
It comes to you;
in a dream, in a gesture,
in squalor and beauty.
It lies behind the vagary of thought.
Truth is a state of mind;
timeless, ephemeral.
It resides within a fallen leaf, a rolling tear;
living in the moment, with no fixed abode.

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