we
tire
of religion while frightened feeling weakened by instincts.
by fount by water encased
in frailness so hardened by resistance; it isn’t but happenstance, it is more
the pain, or such shameful refection. if but to die this sequence if but to
arrive earlier with little thread upon our interior. those scarlet whispers
upon scarlet tears or such crimson sweat.
we
have dyed spirituality as down-casted winners while yoga is hard to defeat; to
besprinkle a man to innertube his heart or to deflate the zealot; such
theologians wrestling with science while many are afraid of evidence; but a
crying banshee those iron chains where each link speaks human endeavor; but not
to frighten, even further, where we can’t account for mental (upper)
hemispheres; this ether participation or this energized transmitter or such
rubescent visions; the poet is mad, for most percentage defined, while others
are held by doubt; indeed, mental mechanics, psychosomatic occurrence, or plain
under-studied phenomenon. such placed upon the numen, our desire to need
something special, or our craving to feel something irremovable:
this hostile environment
or this yogic/mystic realm where sheer panic befalls un-supervision; those
ancient seers this cryptic shaman or a young lad raised in modern cultic
families; these definitions we give God these demands we assert where we lay
monopoly at a given text: so zealous so argumentative or such intellectual
languishing. I have chased for decades measured by reflection where some are
too powerful to deny—plus, they are anti-religion.
but
a terrifying thought, to
understand folly, or to channel too high to see. it seems segue, each pattern
to paths, where rich seekers appreciate unknowingness; however, many are privy
to numen, many are compatible with fire, while too many are pleased with
increments.
this essence is fiddly;
for religiosity is unruled whiled often authoritarian; thus, many speak about
spirituality, this outlet, absent of coercion; indeed, above is a contradiction,
another idea or planet, while unruled doesn’t seem to fit; notwithstanding,
something is ruled by singularity, while we have witnessed plurality, indeed,
we have seen violence.
yoga
is winning;
in
this compass we identify while theologians are maintaining or shepherding
disturbance; plus, we have religion in battle where mystics are too unruly and
pure assertion is under investigation; we also see tradition our communal
ubiquity while we must tackle universal suffering.
