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.