INNOCENT

There is no good reason why I shouldn’t trust

But since the living can’t hear me out

Let me take recourse in the dead

I have no ambition to impress neither am I curious

Curiosity would mean my intellect want to know something

But right now, I’m just comfortable with ignorance

Most of the knowledge I possess are just putting me into trouble

I just want to live as innocent as when I was a boy

Innocence would mean my entire being wants to know

Not just the selfish intellect who want to grab all knowledge to itself

When only the intellect knows

It makes me bored and bitter, and puts me in trouble

It takes my vitality and gives me only illusions

The boredom and bitterness will be an indication

That I am far from where I need to be

Then I begin to doubt the importance of educating the intellect

But doubt is not a destructive force

Unless we choose to make it one

If we invite it into our life

It will become a venerable guide

Innocence is a graceful dance with doubt

Sometimes we lead

Other times we follow

When we dance elegantly, we fall into the act of reflection