My Invisible Worlds

Somewhere in the desert...

I was trading long

along the road in the desert,

The sun was blazing

With ruthlessness of the fire

I was walking raggedly:

I was thirsty,

I was hungry,

I was praying to leave my human sins

back from where I came,

I wish that they

will never strike me again

With its scent of

the bitterns and sweetness

From my eye line

There was only the yellowish sand

And the rigid circle of the sun

My hands,

My hands I was carrying them

with difficulty;

They were red as a cancer

Prancing on the pan

My steps were growing

weaker and weaker

I was even toddling

Craving for insignificant

Gulp of water

But the thoughts didn't want to leave me alone

They were devouring me:

I want to be pure

I want to find a cure

Even If I need to be burnt into the basin

Full of Spirits ...

My face abruptly twitched

The thoughts continued its flow...

I want to become loosed

From my greeds,

From my human nature.

I want to become a sage

I want to find the answers....

What is wrong , or what is right?

Why do we believe that wrong is wrong?

And right is it right?

From my hopelessness,

I shouted into the nowhere:

Where are the answers?

But in vain,

-No response followed

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The drawing by Elicia Edijanto