I doubt my doubts and thus
I have come to faith, at a Conference of the Birds
It is never too late, to respect divinity
The natural order, the secrets of the sun
Beguiled was I by worldly affairs
Like dreams of evanescent dew
One day I awoke in the hammock of my pain
divine love still thrives, in inextinguishable pain
The vital essence still pushes us on to live
To open our hearts to a universe of riches
It belongs to all-times, all peoples
I’ve learned to doubt my doubt
And mistrust nihilism, relativism, uniformity
Faith to me was always a greater lover
Knowledge, too arrogant; Love, too naive –
Faith dances to break the mind’s control
Until all the cells chant some ecstatic sutra
“the home we seek is still eternity”,
None could endure this bliss’s proximity
How strange it was that nature could wait so patiently
Since love has spoken in our soul at every year
Since the galaxies first felt warm turbulence
To her invitation we have hidden for dawns
That never truly realized how to wake
Lawlessness appeared to be her law, we felt
There lived a secret king in nature’s pristine order;
I’d rather die deceived by dreams, than give
My heart to home and trade, and never live.
Wuji Seshat 