Religion

Hatred is always malicious.

Can’t we just live kindly?
Must we have our reasons?
Just because it is a garden,
That doesn’t make it Eden’s.

At the end of space and time,
We’re all just fucking heathens,
Searching for salvation,
For peace and all her freedoms.

Yet some of us hate,
And make war of all creation.

But I will tell you,

Whether it be satan,
Heaven,
Or fortune.

Even divine alchemy,
Cannot make hatred golden.

There are multitudes of versions.

Whatever god you worship,
Or whatever deity you imagine,
Kindness fills the sea,
And love erects the mountains.

Were you born somewhere else,
Would you be of the same religion?
I do sometimes wonder,
Where is the proverbial meridian?

Who are we to decide,
What someone else believes in?
We are all victims of,
The same human condition.

We don’t get to say what’s “right”,
And what is mere delusion.
But some do ride the high horse,
And think themselves equestrian.

I just think,
How you choose to love,
Shouldn’t start with hatred.

While we are all different,
There’s beauty in the collective.

Are we Goliath,
Or are we David?
Are we Abraham,
Or are we Jacob?

Are we Shiva?
Are we Bodhisattva?
Are we Eshu?
Are we Mohammed?

Perhaps we are collective energy,
Starlight and sun incarnate.
Maybe we are vessels,
Products of what was harnessed.

Of course,
I do not know,
But one thing is for certain.

No matter the form or practice,
We are love,
And we are human.