Mingled with the conservatives

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, There is a field, I’ll meet you there (Rumi)

That is wrong, that’s what you say This is right, that’s what you preach No, don’t go that way, you say This is the one and only right way, you try to convince No more debate in this No more opinion, this is the hard fact Nothing’ s better than this piece of truth Do not even attempt to construe In the middle of these ripples I am just a tiny spume, and discrete The pietists and me; we are immiscible Forsaken in the middle of the crowd I challenge, I dispute, I doubt I look for something called the truth But all eyes see peculiarities So strange and do not belong to “us” It is not just another month spent in the holy land It is so fulfilling yet so empty It is so peaceful yet so uneasy It is so reassuring yet so intriguing Do not challenge, you say Lets embrace it wholly, immerse in it Do not question, just believe Submit… I find myself at a crossroads Still hesitant Surrender Or keep asking questions… Tangerang, 31 October 2014, 10.39 pm, 3 weeks after hajj