Is...

Is...

Love is a dream,
a figment of imagination
to keep us from dealing with
reality.
Pain comes from that
neverending realization;
accept the truth
and pain disappears
forever.

But I am weak.
I don't have
the strength to accept
reality.
I make it worse on myself
believing in humanity,
believing in good and evil,
believing in God,
believing the world can be right.

All of that is love.

The world is.
Life is.

The strong know these two facts;
the strong resist adding to the sentences;
the strong refrain from describing,
quantifying,
comparing.

The strong are comfortable
with Is.

september 12, 1995