I wonder how many times I have said one thing and
meant exactly something else.
Unbelievers expound that we
are no different than the unbelieving –
so they say: science has apparently ruled
over our hypocrisy, and we
are reduced to law-making lawbreakers –
so they say.
And if the agnostic and I
were to stand side by side, yet each
alone, upon the pillar of our merit,
then our temples would fall.
The one who worships God
and the one who worships self –
we have hid in the dark,
but only one ran towards the light.
Light hurts – it has already been Said –
Light sears, burns, revealing
every little flaw, every secret, every shadow
in every corner.
But perhaps, it was told me,
after the pain,
I may find
that I like myself better
because of the love of Another.
If only honesty were valued above fame
and truth above treasures.
If only mistakes were made to learn from,
not to hide.
The dance of perfection in which we pose
is a silhouette that has scarred righteousness.
And yet –
it is our reflection that we seek to find in the mirror.