Religion is an experience ‒
Don’t forget to pay attention
To the road signs and orange
Cones – stations of life.
The dried putty surrounding
The stained glass shards is
A template for countercultural
Beliefs – fidelity.
Pick a denomination and take
A number – investigate the
Universe – celebrate via Billy
Graham or Timothy Leary.
Turn to the pages in the
Geodesic south Indian sub-
Continent – pray to a Hindu
Shrine or dine with a Swami.
Hail the Krishna highs – close
Your eyes and be transcendental
As often as you breathe – but
Do not divulge your mantra.
Heed the children as they climb
And play – drooling on the statues
Of Buddha and his goddesses
At the corner of rebirth.
Monastic discipline is for the
Elderly – after they reach the
New liberation – in tune with
Their pure souls.
Be pragmatic if you must –
Choose therapy, shock waves
Of the brain – or bow down
Before B. F. Skinner.
Start and nurture your own
Beat generation camp – be
**** be alien, be aware of
The invisible lights.
Go west to “EST,” and train
Followers to process bits of
History – couple that with an
Out-of-body jaunt.
The je-ne-sais-quoi of ends
Is approaching – embrace a
Chapter on thanatology, and
Share the culture of after.
There are alternatives – try
Gnosticism or Scientology –
Be the man who won’t believe,
And reach your potential.
The final analysis is to find
Your eternal family – they can
Be anything – beings with which
You will piously be born again.
Give each their name – 2nd Eve,
Zen the little, Erhard, Wymyn,
Pope ***** III, Bogie – and call
Them your disciples.
© Lewis Bosworth, 1/2017
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Religion is an experience ‒
Don’t forget to pay attention
To the road signs and orange
Cones – stations of life.
The dried putty surrounding
The stained glass shards is
A template for countercultural
Beliefs – fidelity.
Pick a denomination and take
A number – investigate the
Universe – celebrate via Billy
Graham or Timothy Leary.
Turn to the pages in the
Geodesic south Indian sub-
Continent – pray to a Hindu
Shrine or dine with a Swami.
Hail the Krishna highs – close
Your eyes and be transcendental
As often as you breathe – but
Do not divulge your mantra.
Heed the children as they climb
And play – drooling on the statues
Of Buddha and his goddesses
At the corner of rebirth.
Monastic discipline is for the
Elderly – after they reach the
New liberation – in tune with
Their pure souls.
Be pragmatic if you must –
Choose therapy, shock waves
Of the brain – or bow down
Before B. F. Skinner.
Start and nurture your own
Beat generation camp – be
**** be alien, be aware of
The invisible lights.
Go west to “EST,” and train
Followers to process bits of
History – couple that with an
Out-of-body jaunt.
The je-ne-sais-quoi of ends
Is approaching – embrace a
Chapter on thanatology, and
Share the culture of after.
There are alternatives – try
Gnosticism or Scientology –
Be the man who won’t believe,
And reach your potential.
The final analysis is to find
Your eternal family – they can
Be anything – beings with which
You will piously be born again.
Give each their name – 2nd Eve,
Zen the little, Erhard, Wymyn,
Pope ***** III, Bogie – and call
Them your disciples.
© Lewis Bosworth, 1/2017
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