Never feel you have to apologise for your faith, child, it was my doing, I led you with bonds of love, into a seeming desert, but you and I both know, this seeming desert is where we are increasingly , becoming one.
The inkwell black of night holds its soft glove of evening up against the window
as you open it a gentle cool curls in around ones neck and on ones face soothing the wrinkles of day away stilling the heart beat silencing the mind and plunges your whole being into its embracing void
the breath becomes slower and sweet air fills the lungs you sigh and stand quite still time stands still with you it is your friend your ally your closest understanding
your present reason for existence where more or less doesn't exist nor up and down or sideways all is whole contained yet there is no container no form to this whole it just is
Let me out I want to play, no I have to work today. Eighty hours this week alone, I am not sure when I will be back home. I fight with myself in this grown up rat race. All my inner self wants to do is play. At the end of a decade I see the wear and worry. Lines in my forehead and lines in my face. It is time for us to switch place. So I let the inner child come out and play. We get to work on time and leave early once in a while. I see the world in a different light that I used to do. I wonder why it took so long for me to let you back in control. If we let our inner selves out more often, perhaps it would be a better place to live and play.
religion should be about hope not putting fear in other people's souls should be about about peace not about starting wars about forgiveness not about punishing innocent hearts
imagine all the people living life in peace
but how can one do this when bombs are thrown instead of love when moms cry and children die peace is impossible to be seen when music dies and we hear only desperate hearts praying begging wondering why.
we have different Gods and rules our prayers sound different our holy books are not the same and there are many sins in our souls but you're not God, nor am I and none of us should play the game of washing sins away with spilled blood and shed tears.