Letting Go

I don’t recall the day or date or who stood forth and uttered. They used a term we've called create, when sunlight’s ray first was unshuttered. The particulars became well known of earth and sky and sea and cloud. Forthwith hair plus skin and bone— with skill by sacred hands endowed. But despots came and seized control; errant chaos settled in. Sublime and simple rules it stole, replacing them with hell and sin. Heaven is now a thousand places; all proclaimed as our reward. Observe the monetary graces; thus salvation is assured. What if the scribes got some things wrong— mixed up, misled on certain facts? or added things that don’t belong, perhaps assuming truth distracts. We misinterpret what we hear; our dogma soon begins to stink. Fix it all—become a seer, believing all that you might think. But here is something you can try: begin a voyage by letting go. Send your mind toward the sky. Find rebirth in afterglow.