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Jesus wore only a robe.
He did not tell those who gathered
around him how to get rich. He
told them to love one another.

Today, the religions of the world
are of untold wealth. I suggest all sell
their manifold possessions and give all
the proceeds to the poorest of the poor.

Jesus wore only a robe.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Age
Everything what goes up must come down. The only thing on this earth that doesn't is your age.
This is a short poem what my dad John use to say ro me when I was just a boy. I miss you dad r.i.p I love you always.
I'm on the waiting list
For surgery
The gimpiness
From hip
To knee
I've got a serious
Physical defect
For all it's plain
To see
Them *******
At the actors studio
Will be lining up
To play me.
When I’m surrounded by darkness,
And the feeling of finding a single ray of light is my religion

When I’m lonely in my thoughts,
And a feeling of unseen energy lifts me is my religion.

When my eyes brim with tears,
And the feeling of crying in a safe lap is my religion.

And,
When I'm all alone the feeling of a divine presence protecting me is my religion.

SO WHAT'S YOUR RELIGION??
What do you all think your religion is don't you all feel god is protecting you everytime? Don't you all feel instead of having someone who's gonna leave you after sometime just become of god he's gonna be for us everytime everywhere even after death.. I don't know I just feel this way that i never wanna get married or date someone instead become a sanyasi it is similar to becoming a nun in Christianity in Hinduism it's Sanyasi.
I don’t raise my voice, just the heat in the room.
No need for roaring, when the air listens.

You step like you're testing the floor.
I stay where stillness holds power.

My glance is a pulse, a quiet decree.
The kind that bends time without breaking skin.

You offer storm,
I press calm against it, steady, like hands knowing exactly how to hold and when not to.

So when you move, know:
the rhythm’s already chosen, and
I’m not chasing.
Just waiting until you feel it pull.
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