So many paths in front of me.
Some are clear. Many hidden.
Some paths come to sight
Only when I go some other way.
Which path takes me to my life goal?
How do I know what is the goal?
Is there a goal to this life?
Am I enroute the right goal of life?
Spirituality tells me the goal
Is to see myself for who I am.
I might have a God being within Self.
Reach the Self and then it ends.
But, am I close to that God Self?
Am I a God's man to begin with?
How really do the paths light up?
Some confusions gnaw on my psyche.
What do I do during the day then?
Once this cycle ends, I may have
To start up another living cycle.
What will my days look like there?
Each cycle they say release something.
And we gain a little wisdom each cycle.
Have I some wisdom from this cycle?
Do humans need this wisdom from me?
Where do the paths take me however?
Some questions gnaw on my psyche.
I say trust the journey. Trust the travel.
The God's men always end up at God!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem