Perspective

I looked at the moon, but only at her hidden face

I screamed, “There is no moon!”

Everyone heard. Everyone came.

Mankind was dancing,

Dancing to his own tune;

Mankind was fighting,

Fighting over his own issues;

I stared at mankind, but only at his dark side;

I screamed, “They are so cruel! Destroy them!”

Everyone heard. Everyone came.

A manipulating civilization, a masked advancement,

Factories of social construction,

Walls of morals, ethics, values,

Cries of freedom but desires of enslavement;

I asked you, “Why don’t you think you are free?”

You answered, “I won’t blame them. I am my own slave”

I screamed, “There is no free will”

Everyone heard. Everyone came.

Fear, faith and choice,

The three gods of this new world,

A religion believed by all; obeyed by all; worshipped by all;

The gods ruined their creation

The gods became their obsession

I asked, “Do you believe in God”

You answered, “No. He couldn’t have let this happen to us if he existed.”

I screamed, “The gods destroyed us”

Everyone heard. Everyone came.

I looked at the moon, but only at her bright side

I screamed, “Look! How beautiful she looks!”

No one heard. No one came.

Mankind was dancing,

Dancing to his own music;

Mankind was fighting

Fighting over his own issues

I stared at mankind, but only at his dance

I screamed, “They are such wonderful creations! Look how gracefully they sway their forms!”

No one heard. No one came.

A manipulating civilization, a masked advancement,

Factories of social construction,

Walls of morals, ethics, values,

Cries of freedom but desires of enslavement;

I asked you, “Why don’t you think you are free?”

You answered, “I won’t blame them. I am my own slave”

I screamed, “You are indeed a free bird!”

No one heard. No one came.

Fear, faith and choice,

The three gods of this new world;

A religion believed by all; obeyed by all; worshipped by all;

The gods ruined their creation,

The gods became their obsession,

I asked, “Do you believe in God”

You answered, “No. He couldn’t have let this happen to us if he existed.”

I screamed, “Then you do feel fear, you have faith and you made a choice! How united you all are!”

No one heard. No one came.

I looked at the moon,

At the dancing and fighting mankind,

At freedom and religion

And I said to myself, "How perfectly imperfect they all are;

How beautiful and ugly they are;

How imprisoned in their freedom they are;

How divided and united they are;

How they loved and hated one another;

How they blamed and felt responsible together"

This was the land of light and darkness,

This was the land of beginnings and ends;

Of creations and destructions,

Of shapes and forms with all centres the same;

This was the land of Gods and mankind,

This was the land of ever changing existence,

Of patters in chaos, of folly and fallacies, of logic and reasoning,

Of the ever flowing current of emotions and thoughts, of fear and faith, of choice and destinies,

Of perceptions and cognitions, of knowledge and wisdom.

All in movement as this land is carried in space and time,

By the breath of cosmos,

Too rapid to be captured, too colourful to be seen;

You cannot stop this movement,

Not even in your thoughts,

It will not wait for you to understand,

For this movement is all that needs to be felt;

There is nothing if not the dance,

Thus one moment you look at something, think of something,

The same moment you look at the same thing but think of something else.

I looked at the butterfly,

But only to see it fly away and only to see it fly back;

And I saw both, on this land and beyond this land;

For all centres were the same

All perspectives were fragments

All fragments were infinity

Till all centres were infinity.