Truth is like...
one of those surprise gifts
that sets up false expectations
in minds that equate size
and the quality of the gift;
they peel away at the wrapping
only to discover another beneath;
the gift diminishes
with each layer
until despairing
disappointed
the recipient
suspects
some trinket,
some clothed subterfuge
a scam
falsehood
deception
deceit...
But as the final layer peels back
Truth is revealed at its core,
lustre fine like gemstone,
a priceless reward
And really size had nothing
to do with it
at all.

II
Love is like...
the many-layered Truth;
it's unexpected,
never the image
like a book's cover,
not the impassioned expression
of some frozen visage
caught in conflict
while the hero fights some obstacle
to be by another's side...
That's romance;
and Love is larger than desire
larger than a moment of lust
larger than the image,
only you still don't see it,
because dimensions are immaterial;
it's something quite unexpected
but without it
the wheels will fall off,
the cogs will stop,
life will die
forever
and Hell begin...
And really
the image has nothing
to do with it
at all.

III
Life is like...
a game with no rules,
just bundled up packages masquerading
as things, like Love and Truth;
only our expectations
are always the measure
of how well we do,
how much we realise
that the stage
is constructed
of holograms
and what our senses
tell us
isn't real at all.
We must find the mirrors,
switch off the laser imaging
and look at ourselves,
knowing
the people we are shouting at
are clothed clones
of Ourselves...
And that really
the packages
have absolutely nothing
to do with it
at all.