The CONFESSIONS

If hatred be sinful

And love unfaithful

Who is emptiness to us?

How is such numbness expressed?

If life be tempting

And seclusion tormenting

Where is our ashram?

What is satisfaction?

If your deeds be condemned

And mine ignored

How do we discern righteousness from hypocrisy?

Where is the crime committed?

Who is the unworthy being?

If darkness be accepted as a radiant reflection

And morning speckles of grey and white,

What does good say to evil?

When it claims the beauty of sunrise,

And settles in acute corners,

Soon shrouded by dusk?

Why is rejection unsavoury?

Why is friendship tearful?

Why is despondence savage?

Why does guilt nail us to the crucifix?

When does nature's smile present us with choices without rue?

What will ever be given without us paying penance?

Why am I me?

Why are they others?

Can we all not exist as one mind and destiny?

Can the earth not pause long enough to heal itself?

Can we not remain without God's divine spell?

Are we fit to be free?

Trusting enough to be true?

Caring enough to preserve the salty mist of the sea?

Is knowledge acquired as a tool for degradation?

Or is wisdom embraced for resurrection?

Can we recite the poetic lyrics of time?

Have we strengthened the will of death?

Will we ever be granted a rebirth?

I do not know. This is my confession.

What is yours?