The orientation of my heart and
mind does matter
There are gods and there is God
Idols are no longer the same as
yesterday’s brand
They are not carved from woods or
stones anymore
I know what my idol has been
But today, I won’t say “my god”
anymore to the products of my own mind
If I have wandered, my return route
will remain same
But it is not just enough to turn
around
I must not switch to the reverse
gear after turning
Better still I can switch over to
the reverse and forget about the turning
I should just head towards the
right direction
Worshipping god is not all about
saying formal prayers
Standing here, bowing there, nor
genuflecting there
Neither is it about condemning
those that goes against these practices
I notice that if I lob the ‘pagan’
grenade at genuine seekers
And dismiss their strides towards
integrity as worthless
I will miss the path of dialogue
Sabotaging my own effort
I fail in my mission
Not because I wasn’t observant or
thorough
But because I didn’t understand the
rule of perspective
I came face-to-face with my own
limitations
But the seed of my greatness is
planted in my own adversity
My seeds were fertilized with
failure
And watered with the blood, sweat
and tears of personal struggle
But when I started understanding
people
I started communicate feelings
instead of word
I’m just making sure I’m staying
focused
I’m keeping close watch over myself
Not forgetting anything of what I
have seen
And not letting my heart wander off
I’m trying not to go overboard and
lose control
When we look to life from a
battered heart
It is hard to forget what we see
This is a war, there is no neutral
ground
If you are not on my side, you are
the enemy
If you are not helping, you are
certainly making things worst
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