Little Child, be my guide

Teach me, O little child, how to love
All reasons and conditions above
Everyone who likes, or hates,
Or in our lives trouble creates?
What dogma do you follow
Makes my own extremely hollow
And it too makes me groundless
As whene'er I look into your face?
As old I grow only pains I borrow
And bury myself in tombs of sorrow;
Abiosis nibbles my inner bliss---
My own breath seems to be a snake's hiss
To me when I remain alone;
I to myself become unknown.
Oh! Teach me child, how to smile
In this world that is so vile?
Anger gathers inside like the bile
And timidity makes me senile;
Teach me how to be transparent
And not to tread the paths are hell-bent,
And how to breath the essence
That life grants to each soul hence?
Question is all I'm filled with
For what truths I got were wrapped in myth!
Answers to them are nothing but lies
And with them I build my paradise.
Innocence may be called ignorance
Being chained in knowledge we lack the sense
Of beauty that you breath everywhere
And in everything be it far or near.
The lamb or the kid both they bleed
In the hungry gallows of greed;
Pitiful truth is metamorphosis
For we search bliss in stasis.
Give me your dream painted wings
Are purer than a temple sings.
Whatever is your philosophy
That only should be my theosophy
By which certainly I will perceive
The true beauty of life I believe!-____ Azrael Pavel