To trust

It is what it is, it is said,
and so is, when it is,
the curse of the lazy,
the sin of the cruel,
or the pith of those
who are wise.

Such a slippery thing is ‘is.’
I know it, to say it, but
rarely have the courage
to knit ‘i’ and ‘s’ together—
to know it for what it is,
to let it all go unowned
and loved from afar. Is!

Thank you for reading To trust. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

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2 responses to “To trust

  1. Is – the fabric of being stuck in the perpetual present moment as an (ob)server.