I think
but I do not know
I love
but do I really?
I live
but where is my true home?
I question
and the answer has always been there.

Will I become silent enough to hear?

This world is an illusion
It can only hide, not reveal
It can only die, not live.

I choose to see
but not with my eyes
I choose to live
but not with my body
I will love
and forgive
and be at peace
and feel the joy.

In truth, I am free.

D. Bartash
© October 8, 1997