some day i woke up in the late morning
with untroubled mind.
thoughts began to dawn on me,
about past, future and the world’s design.
what is like to be a human - a question i couldn’t find the answer.
it is like having a power of decision and being deprived of the power of will.
I read, that God made angels obedient,
but the human...
he gave man a rare power to be on his own,
to make a choice of path to follow.
And the irony is so striking,
that i am confused on whether to laugh or cry.
He let him decide and made compelled to circumstances,
to be a slave of chance and subject to a rolling dice.
Man has a will of exertion,
but not the will to will.
i sense the unhappiness of his state,
but what a wonder to be a human.
his cycle is to sin and regret,
running from darkness to light,
tempted by world’s desire and another of eternal life.
his curious fate has been manifested
on cave writings and carved walls,
in a story of Lot’s wife, turned to a pinch of salt,
in rubbles of stones and gold
and the battles vainly fought.
i love this human and i pity him much,
for i am the one alike.
i can deeply feel his mind and soul,
trembling in shades of dawn