Helios, Lotus, Dragon, Silk

I don’t think that much of truth.
It delivers too many falsehoods.
It’s too good at keeping confused.

If it matters, I can’t pretend
It does, and if it doesn’t matter,
Doesn’t matter if I do.

I do love that a scrap of silk
Found in an Eastern Han tomb
Combined too many truths—

Helios seated like the Buddha
On a lotus blossom, surrounded
By watery dragons. That’s the truth.