Bewildered Soul

 

Who am I
Am I a passionate child
or someone who is wicked and wild.
Am I the one with aim and mission
or someone with distorted vision.
Am I like a child who never cries
or who never tries.
Am I the one with loads of ambition
or someone trapped, full of inhibition.
Am I the one with peaceful mind
or whose soul and peace is hard to find.

More bewildering, how can I show who am i if myself didnt know who am i ? 

See , it even worse if i dont know how to write or express my feelings . 

Do you ever feel like life wont rest,
until ur given up?

Do you ever feel like all the stress
you go through is enough?

That the shattered pieces of your
heart lay still but scream and make a fuss?

O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;
How could I know where I will be blown next?

Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways;
Come into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers.
Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers:
Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.
If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you;
Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,
And make you take it for gold
Don't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot;
In each pot on the fire you find very different things.
Not all sugar canes have sugar, not all abysses a peak;
Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls.

A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so
that the one I love is everywhere?

HOW SHOULD THE SOUL not take wings
when from the Glory of God
It hears a sweet, kindly call:

"Why are you here, soul? Arise!"