We could be
Religious.
We are
Capable
Of Ecstasy.
We have the
Potential to
Feel (the) Divine.

But we have buried ourselves
Underground,
Cut ourselves off from the Mountains
Of Joy and Freedom
To protect us from the
Valleys and Shadows
Of Grief and Poverty.

Has it worked?

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil

Lying on the floor of a Monastery
Penetrated by the sounds
Of Chanting Voices.

Why do they play
Classical but not Religious music at stations?
Know your place,
And don't hope for more beyond
This.

Images of grown men falling to the platforms
Weeping on their knees
For Sadness/Grief at their
Own Ignorance
And Joy to
Feel their Eyes
Finally Open.

The Cruelty of a Life lived without
Pain or
Joy.

The prophets are raving on street corners
Foaming at the mouth
At the Brutality of
Mundanity -
Ruler of our existence
Governor of our Thoughts
Feelings
& Actions.

We are so afraid of Pain and
Love and
Danger
That we have locked ourselves in a cage of
Severed nerve endings
To escape it.
It is for our 'Protection'.

*This key is to keep me locked inside. I should guard it close but I give it away.