Crossroads

All too often I meet you at every crossroads And find myself dumb - against you I find myself totally confused with problems... Always, you show me the way out When I ask you, "Who are you? " You return a smile and gently disappear like smoke You don't suggest any route... Leaving the options open to me, you leave quietly... If the problem is with love... You say," Free your heart! Let your emotions take the flight! " And, at every dubious juncture you always say," light your inner light and see... " I find sometimes perplexed by dazzling deceptions And you pour wisdom in my soul Who are you, dear? God? Demon? Angel? Satan ?... Who? Finally you said ," I am you " 09.10.2017