Life is not a road,
Life is a crossroads.

The first path is very easy
It has no turn.
This path
Is not separate from the world.
On this path you find
Courtyards of rules.
On this path you find
Bonds of relationships.
But those who tread this path
Find all their pleasures in name alone.
They fall to pieces
And are divided amongst all those ties.
Nothing is left for them.
All that is left
Is confusion without name.
All that is left
Is fuel of the breath.
In which their sense of self and
All their dreams burn and go out.
those who take this path
Lose themselves to please the world
On the surface they live;
Inside they die.

The second path
Is very hard.
On this path
No one goes with another.
No one lends a hand to give support.
On this path
There is scorching sun;
There is no shade
Where on consoles another with charity.
On this path
There is no such village.
This is the path of those
Who travel towards themselves,
Who discover their own true self.
Take this path.

I know
This path is not easy.
But one thing saddens me:
So far
You have not found yourself.