Suffering and Sustenance

Today, any suffering I create for myself

is an illusion

because it lives

astride the reality that Love is present

in and around me in the universe.

It is in every cell

of every

thing,

even in my breath.

I will know it

by

feel and smell and taste and whispers

in the wind.

It is rich, this love,

this spring,

this ceaseless miracle,

this bubbling well of sustenance.

Can I cup my hands

and offer

a drink?