The Lost Meditation of Soul
July 9, 2006, Sydney
My face in the mirror
with mask hidden in my eyes,
I see all images of terror
every god would despise.
I am crucified for my sins,
a saint with no place in heaven;
I am lost without a shepherd -
wandering like a wingless bird.
My heart cries like a child
soft, weak, and about to die;
alone in a secret dark cell
wishing my life as just a dream.
I contemplate the Holy Trinity
of Buddha, Allah, and Jesus -
I ask for relief and peace
for my life to become precious.
As I hear the bells from the church,
a voice whispers in my ears:
"Why go to an endless search
when your life is full of fear?"
Now I ask the God who speaks -
I wait, listen, but no reply.
Why then I keep on asking
when no answer is certain?
I live now like a fool,
lost aimless kind of soul:
my hands are begging for mercy -
Wisdom - so quiet and humble.
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