Nothing but love sustains me.
Tears burst as I see the eyes of those who suffer.
Why do we suffer? Why don't we smile?
What can be more painful than being unloved?
If I can't be unloved, then why do I cry?
The Trick or Treat is me.
If I smile, if I love,
then everything I see is love
but I doubt, I doubt myself,
I doubt myself and others too much.
What to do? What to do?
Can't suffer any longer -- whispering.
Just love (truth lingers as whispers).
Nothing but love sustains me
if love is everything that is.
The photograph is a lettuce leaf. It represents that even that leaf is love. The poietic act of a leaf is love as it grows and expresses what it is through a creative process that in turn gives us life.