If I ever doubted the wisdom
I’ve been trying so hard to realize
these many years,
it comes to me, at times like these,
how true those insights are
and how frail is my grasp of them.What is jealousy
but a wish to have the world as we want it
rather than as it is.And what are any of our emotions
but clouds that block and color our true seeing.And what is it in us
that thinks it can truly sustain gains or loss
but that imaginary something called ego
just believing its own dreams and illusions.And what is love,
if not an utter acceptance,
but an unhealthy attachment
to something in this world.This world that promises nothing
but unrelenting change.gallagher
20 Nov 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —