Be it So

The mind questions the worth of the traveler,

Says he has erred and will continue,

Will take his miseries,

Wherever he goes

.

The heart questions the purpose,

Says it is futile to travel on this lonely path,

Digging and challenging,

Making enemies of friends.

The body questions it’s strength,

Evaluates it’s bearings.

It succumbs to the gush of darkness,

But has Her closer than others.

The very clever being,

Questions the morals,

Says the insincerity cannot be forgiven

The sins ignored.

The vessel is too impure

For Her presence.

And a silent whisper,

More felt than heard

Wants to cling on in spite of it.

Because these are not excuses

For withdrawal,

More so for perseverance.

Because the disease needs to be cured,

The worth needs to be restored.

Because,I Am not exchanging peace for strife,

Am exchanging my battle for Hers.

Thus need to embrace the only path left,

Even if I fail to meet all the requirements.

If it is an error, be it so

If an insincere aspiration, be it so.

If a lot needs to be refined, be it so.

If I am not ready for the path, be it so.

The path should leave me then.

This is not my will at play, anyway.