Veritas on the run

What i'm looking for is not easily found.
It's so near that I can't see it.
It's so real that it burns and I can't grab it.
It's so pure, that me and you cannot look at it directly without feeling fake.
It's so vast, that it encompasses all the space around you and me. But I cannot yet find it.
I have travelled many miles in search for it, and have not found it.
I have read hundreds of books tryng to grasp it, and have not felt it.
I have talked to many men who were also looking for it, but they had no clue where it was.

And today, I'm still looking for it.

In the vast green forest, I laid down my hand in a tree, and for a second there it was, staring me directly in the eye. But it ran away with my thoughts.

In the lonelyness of the moroccan desert, I felt it under my mattress while I slept peacefully, but it sank in the ground after waking me up.

In the mountainous regions of Bosnia, it leaked in the river where we were. But our nakedness prevented us from grabbing it.

And this magnanimous truth is still moving my spirit in directions which I cannot yet distinguish.

And when I find it, the veil will be raised, and I will see again.