Gazing at the tremendous valley of stars,
Admiring the beauty of creation.
Yet couldn't appreciate the creation of bodies.
Oh Lord. You there?
As a child, I admired you.
Your stories.
Truth prevailing always.
Always?
I have questions. Some vaguely answered, some not.
Let's talk.
Man to man.
Or puny soul to the unexplainable one.
But not here.
Not among the air stinking with lies.
Not among the treacherous lands of sin.
Not among the ocean filled with tears of righteous.
But beyond the World of Sins.
Because you cannot visit me.
I am insignificant, probably not worth your time.
But I got a question.
Questions.
A whole lot of them.
Where am I wrong?
Exactly, what sins have I committed?
Have you ever thought that the bodies you have created,
Are not the ones you intended to make.
Inflicting pain rather than spreading love.
Is something really wrong with this creation,
Or it is just me.
Are you the one who initiated the making of this cosmos?
Oh yes you are.
But this naive mind cannot believe the power,
Not so human.
Maybe when i come to you,
You can show me how you did it.
Is this universe existent,
Or just an illusion?
Is everything an illusion,
Including me, even you?
Believe me I am not questioning your existence.
Miracles in my life,
Unexplainable powers, not so human, that saved me.
But if you look through my eyes,
Maybe you will feel what i feel.
That unexplainable sensation that gripped my heart,
That sparks the desire to speak to you.
Will you meet this naive mind,
Or will it again find itself in middle of void?
Thinking again the same thing,
Over and over again.