A Wicked Man

 

What a wicked man you were!

You praised me-

for being a good lamb

Yet secretly you were counting the worth of my fur;

and preparing the slaughter of me-

for a good lamb soup on your dinner table…

I watched your wickedness in tears

Not because I was unaware

But because I did love you

 

When I finally had enough of me being

a good sacrificial lamb

when I finally had enough of your wickedness

You turned your praise into fierce condemnation-

for me becoming a dangerous villain

You spread the villain stories of me slandering my name

Yet secretly I was feeling worried even sorry towards you

Not because I was worried about my own name

Not because I was sorry that you couldn't recognize WHO is behind my name

But because I knew you would hurt yourself much more in the end-

what goes around comes around, as always

 

Only if you could know,

The wicked game you played on me will be played on yourself-

on your own consciousness as how this kind of game always goes 

It was never about if I was a good lamb or a bad villain

It has everything to do with your own being, your own soul

your own consciousness and your own false conceptions

I was merely a mirror of  your own lamb-ness and villain-ness

 

So wicked man,

Until you could see the beauty in your own lamb-ness

Until you could face your own villain-ness with love and forgiveness

Even you thought you knew everything about me

In truth you knew nothing about me at all...

 

So wicked man,

As poverty of a soil can be nurtured even after a bad storm

As beauty of a rose can be appreciated even after its thorns

Nothing is what it seems

I am NOT what you think I am

Neither are you

 

(Notes: The ‘I’ and ‘you’ used here are impersonal.)