..DiLLemA..

What is excatly in my mind??I am with him..and him..The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; it is like the sling, it is not under control.Thats like what I feel these days..

Lover whispers to my ear,

“Better to be a prey than a hunter.

Make yourself My fool.

Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!

Dwell at My door and be homeless.

Don’t pretend to be a candle, be a moth,

so you may taste the savor of Life

and know the power hidden in serving.”

Membingungkan,future or future?It’s a clue from Him or just part of my head not mind and heart…..How could I get the answer??