Trinity

 A mind, boggled with conflicting desires and a blurry path ahead is what i have. Here i lay, looking upon the night sky, filled with colorful stars and distant galaxies. Upon this cliff which i lay, i feel good. There is no need for desires or ideas. No need for a path to tread. Yet i know that this cannot continue. Some time soon, sun shall rise again and this appreciated isolation will come to an end. I dread the coming of the day. Ideas and desires filling my head. Not knowing which ones to choose and repeating the same day over and over again. Guidance is what i seek but i see no one and nothing to take my hand and lead me across the land. Some have the strength to guide themselves. Some never know how it feels to be "lost." Is this a virtue that i lack or am i simply made to roam? An abundance of questions comes to mind yet i cannot answer any. I sit up to look at the village i live. Candles in the windows and torches midst the centre sit still in the windless night. Couple of people walk around with specific destinations in their mind. Is this envy that i feel? Not long after, sun comes up and i leave my isolated being behind.

Year and a half of empty strides pass, juggling along the feelings that lack all ecstacy. Around midday i decide to take a swim in the lake near the village. Sun shone bright and scorched the desert around the lake. I could see the vaporous water rise from the surface of the lake. All observations gather in my mind to create questions i still cannot answer. Each passing day brings more confusion and the path ahead has become barely visible. Mere glimpses of it remain to be seen with the clearest of minds. "I shall now wither," i speak to myself. A silent hope unbeknownst to the mind. As i cool myself underneath the scorching sun, a commotion is heard from the coast. With my curiosity and boredom piqued, i swim for the shore. Reeds by the shore brush up on my shoulders as i get out of the water. Looking to my right, i see riders flying banners of a yellow eagle atop a red cloth. Romans. Here to collect taxes, announce newly passed laws or to round up men for their machines of war. I get as close as i can 'till one of them looks me in the eye. I know his eyes. I have seen those eyes reflect upon the night sky. "Unus ex nobis," he mouthes. The sense of dread and the conflict within leaves my soul as soon as his lips close. Legionnaires soon leave with their taxes collected. Left with the feeling anew, i head home and lay on my bed. Untill the sun sets and the bright lights of the stars fill the room, i repeat the words which were mouthed. 

Sleep paid no visit to me that night, so i head out under the night sky. As my feet followed each other, there stood a man by the lake. An urge stronger than i ever felt before filled my bones and i walked towards him. As i got close to the man, i saw the helmet under his arm, the cloak on his shoulders and the look in his eyes. He smiled, put his hand out and we shaked hands. He let go of my hand and spoke; "Trinitas sumus. Fiet unum."