There is nothing beyond myself ... I am lonely.
There is nothing within myself ... I am empty.
There is nothing above myself ... I am arrogant.
There is nothing to tame myself ... I am a rebel.
I
am a rebel of a man. I am a fool.
For rebellions always lead to defeat and disappointment.
They bring nothing but shame and ridicule.
And bequeath nothing but
sorrow.
I
am a sorrowful man.
I
am a sorrowful man. I am a fool.
Only a foolish man,
blinded by his foolishness
to the beauty of the world,
could allow
himself to live in sorrow,
when sorrow can be expelled
and the soul cured.
Or haven’t you heard of the miracles of love?
February
28, 1997