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 Love, 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.