Mar 2012
The joy
The hope
The passion
The inspiration
The love
The lust
The hate
The fervor
The excitement
The hunger
In our eyes and in our hearts
There is no god up there waiting in the night sky for your untimely end, no golden plated greeting, no anything else constructed by an ego so desperate to receive what its morally constructed path should have led him to, him, the dying priest who lays in his pure sheets wondering if there is any heaven at all, doubting his own faith and he will crawl, on all fours towards the tall pews that tower into the thin air that only get thinner and lead to absolutely nothing at all, but why can't they? The universe is my god, and the stars are disciples, as I preach to the Earth and the Earth preaches back, we are all one soul, one entity of time and space combined into different beings of the same spirit. My sisters, my friends, my beloved fellow humans. It is within you in which I have faith, more faith than the dying patient who is first on the list, and more faith than the last person in line who gets to ride that wooden roller coaster and feel like what god might feel, if he were here, soaring on those wild tracks; we still hear them sometimes, singing the rhythms that correspond directly with the way I feel about you. And they will have sung every last verse before my day is done, in which I will harmonize all I want for the future into one song. One song.
The hope
The passion
The inspiration
The love
The lust
The hate
The fervor
The excitement
The hunger
In our eyes and in our hearts
There is no god up there waiting in the night sky for your untimely end, no golden plated greeting, no anything else constructed by an ego so desperate to receive what its morally constructed path should have led him to, him, the dying priest who lays in his pure sheets wondering if there is any heaven at all, doubting his own faith and he will crawl, on all fours towards the tall pews that tower into the thin air that only get thinner and lead to absolutely nothing at all, but why can't they? The universe is my god, and the stars are disciples, as I preach to the Earth and the Earth preaches back, we are all one soul, one entity of time and space combined into different beings of the same spirit. My sisters, my friends, my beloved fellow humans. It is within you in which I have faith, more faith than the dying patient who is first on the list, and more faith than the last person in line who gets to ride that wooden roller coaster and feel like what god might feel, if he were here, soaring on those wild tracks; we still hear them sometimes, singing the rhythms that correspond directly with the way I feel about you. And they will have sung every last verse before my day is done, in which I will harmonize all I want for the future into one song. One song.
