Naive faith
Based on culture we believe,
form of God as scriptures weave,
affirmed by pastors who preach,
though truth remains out of reach.
Our faith helps us to go on,
when at night we wait for dawn
but it’s but a crutch we use,
to stand strong facing abuse.
When tested, faith is shaken,
for unless we awaken,
facing fear we’ll crouch in fright,
since we have not seen God’s light.
Burn the book, is what we say,
making love our heart’s mainstay,
that as opposites dissolve,
in time we slowly evolve.
Faith is a function of mind,
like the blind leading the blind,
so instead let us be still,
our soul aligned with God’s will.
Simply feeling, not thinking,
our awareness unblinking,
focus firm, let then bliss burn
nodes within mind-body urn.
Breath by breath imbibing grace,
of ego there’s left no trace,
whence we see God in plain sight,
in our heart’s cave, light soft white.
Back to basics, to be free,
the face of God we must see,
since words offer not the taste
of God’s love, tender and chaste.
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