|Not Every Day I Get a Great Idea
Foretelling? In the sandbox I plotted out
Apses with twigs, piled pebble altars.
(Ill need a new vocabulary.)
So much to decide.
Holy writ or oral tradition?
Monotheism or polytheism?
The timing so perfect,
Soon the millenium.
My spiritual journey from
Amish to Zoroastrianism (nothing worked) :
Ive tried it alone and in groups,
Awake and asleep.
With candles and cats and clowns.
The red wine Ive drunk, poured out.
The crystals Ive hoarded
(Collectibles is that
what makes a religion?)
Sins we already know our own.
(Not a bad central tenet.
No fasting. Probably no kneeling.
I want belief without cruel practice
None of the bad -isms.
Not every day I get a great idea like
Inventing my own religion.
No I won't be its central deity
(the most natural idea
in the supernatural world).
Lying scientists with their false comfort:
Even chaos has order
The more pillows I hide under the
Louder I hear the shrieks:
A cat, a child, a soul.
Random - unjust - chaos from the
"minuscule" to the personal to the eternal:
it cannot be shut off
I didn't hear chaos before; I am weaker from
A constant predicament
I am older, more porous to woe. I thought
An untroubled house was just that.
Only a temporary overlooking by evil.
Lying scientists: thrown confetti
And everything else falls into
Not just a pattern, a pretty one.
Chaos: heartless as in empty, also cruel.
Chaos as in never-safe.