One Day

One day, among the many I have lived and those yet to live

I woke up without God, hopes, sorrows, or regrets, one day

That day, I was born

Naked, I faced the world, in soul and mind, naked.

When you see the eyes of people

And you see yourself in them

Then you see how rich you are, how poor you are

I have seen myself in the eyes of people

Hoping that one day, they will understand the word

In the meantime, I write

Naked, I faced the world, the eyes of people, naked

Immersed myself in them in search of myself, me being many

On the quest to find myself and in me, the answer others seek

To questions no one asks

One day, I woke up without God, and I wasn't surprised by His absence

It was as if God had never been there where people say He is

In soul and mind, naked, I strolled through the streets built by man

Knocking on doors, asking the questions I saw in the eyes of people

And I immersed myself in the labyrinth of the stranger's soul, of the stranger's mind.

Ignoring my own, my labyrinth, my complexities, my naked soul, my naked mind

My awakening without God

My awakening without hopes, sorrows, or regrets

And wondered, Am I born?

Am I born in the eyes of people, in the naked eyes of God?

And then, I strolled down the path of doom like a shadow

Under the pale moonlight of my wanting.