I AM IRIS

          I am Iris.  Color oozes out of me.  It hardens and hangs there for all to see.

          I am Iris.  The color that runs out of me is carried on Angels' tears.  They cry--I cry--for the pain and for the Beauty.

          I am Iris.  The world of flesh is Janus-like--it has two different faces.  It is the most painful place and the most beautiful place that you did imagine.

          I am Iris.  The goal you set for yourself was quite simple, yet quite profound--to return to Beauty through the pain.

          I am Iris.  Let me weep for you.  Let me hold the pain.  Let the Angels dry your tears.  Let yourself see only Beauty.

Iris sees the pain
And Beauty.  Can we return
To Love through the pain?


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