Is

Born to death

We grapple truth

Seduced by good and evil

Forgetting the clear, patent proof

Man’s destiny is equal

All that we hope to possess

Is a ruse that’s cloaked in bliss

For life is but a lie

Like the betrayal of a kiss

So what is all desire?

And instinct’s biased slant?

Our torment in pleasure and pain

But vain significance

Are these born of awareness?

Or taradiddles’ wrath?

Is self found in the ego?

Or beyond all earthly chaff?

So what’s the Grand Reality?

The fact behind the phiz?

The permanent, the meaningful

Beyond the is what is?