Are spiritual people
pursuing an illusion,
perhaps a mental
opiate, or are they
apprehending a
deep truth?
For seekers and
doubters it is
truth that matters.
If religious claims
were known to
be true, but were
discomforting,
what honest person
would want to disbelieve?
If known to be untrue,
though comforting,
what honest person
would want to believe?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem