song of grief
i made rounds and rounds upon your shrine,
not thinking of entering your door,
when i first intended to enter,
i could not find the entrance,
when i found the entrance,
i stood outside for eons past, thinking i was already inside,
now before you, i cried in shame,
and my only consolation is from this dis-illusionment,
even now i have not tasted a morsel of your wisdom,
even now i have not decided embarking on the journey
towards my own freedom
i remain, where i am, lost in the ocean of confusion
i remain, standing at your doorstep, bewildered
i ask myself, what pulls me from behind,
what hinders me from stepping forward,
i bow down before you
fearful that
i am losing even the glimpse of Light
in the deep shadows of my ignorance