Divine is definitely the one controlling me;
I am always a marionette, as I should be.
But an inner urge for freedom stirs within,
Yet divine would not see me as a villain
In the story of his grand creation.
For as a person of free will,
I am truly divine's own bright light.
Isn't free will the golden divine feature in me?
Yet fear to reveal my true essence
Hides beneath each smile's gleam.
Dreading divine looks that pierce my eyes,
Frowning at my daring rebellion,
A shameless rebel proclaiming aloud,
'I am the truth! I am the One-reality hidden.'
Disgust churns quietly at my core,
Unable to reveal what I can't ignore or hide.
'I Am The Truth' shapes my journey,
A path I cannot leave halfway.
Divine truth cloaks me in its veil,
Duality dismissed as a frail philosophy.
I pity those who stride in ignorance,
Moving away from the Kaaba of One-reality.
Motivated by this inner voice,
In the dance of truest emotions, I seek
A harmony that brings peace
To my mind and heart.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem