My Reincarnation
Whatever I did last time didn’t work
because here I am again.
Before I died I was Me
after I died I was Me
today I am Me.
But also now I am me, the spongy ego
that was fattened up on Catholic scripture
one flavor of monotheism
in which three dimensional humans grasp futilely
at infinitely dimensional God
[or Reality or Infinity or…].
Anomalously an individual has the
universal experience of God
and sets about to share the experience
and followers create a religion
that captures the essence
of what they thought the anomalous individual meant.
It is stale words promoting faith as a path to salvation
on a bright polished spoon
wielded by desperate yet confident people
selling something that they do not own.
I departed so we both could be alone.
In the center of myself
there is a vastness that can be elusive
where feelings arise
knowledge becomes wisdom
and Truth is illuminated.
Copyright © James Friske | Year Posted 2023
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