Can the unreal ever be known?
Can the real ever be unknown?
Yet we confuse the unreal for the real
And believe to be true, our world of make-believe.
In it, we’re always striving for the illusory…the unreal…
While the real simply awaits our awakening.

Life is not complicated.
In fact, its simplicity frightens us.
Its nakedness makes us uncomfortable.
We dress it up in all sorts of fabrications.
We use the cosmetic to beautify the aesthetic
We routinely tell each other nothing is good enough.

We graduate in degrees of ignorance
Seeking trappings that can compensate for our misery.
And because we haven’t been educated to know
That happiness is what we bring; not something we ‘find’
We simply lack the sensibility it takes to see
And love, what stands in plain sight before us.