introspection

Am I but the fool, who in front of the sun and moon spend his time judging their lights?
When was it that I lost the tranquility of the placid sky, the easiness of water?
Who am I today but a confused spectre of a life form, half of a self-recognized earth child...
I who everyday turns into a slut, charming an illusive self-created mirror ?
When will I again, while alive, finally found rest in the sheets of grace?

(The uncertainty of my beliefs still hangs on the neck of my awareness.)

Autumn,
2015