Religious Fundamentalism

Belief and faith is a function of mind,
which is a thought spiral that encumbers,
religion is but blind leading the blind
and know there is no safety in numbers,
for until we rest mind, our soul slumbers.
Attachment to form is our thought trigger,
so let’s hush it before it grows bigger,
for which once we shift into calm tranquil,
weakened ego can no longer sniggr,
having truly surrendered to God’s will.

26-April-2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Mccann Avatar
April 26, 2023 at 2:11 AM
Poets with an inescapable dilemma are we, Knowing that words are the real enemy! Elizabeth
Seeker Avatar
April 26, 2023 at 3:05 AM
Ah, but then poets, like artists, employ intuition, which draws in words as of heart’s resonation, renouncing even authorship although vanity puts a name against the creation.
Daniel Avatar
April 26, 2023 at 12:29 AM
A nice poem, US:)
Seeker Avatar
April 26, 2023 at 1:08 AM
Thank you, Joanna
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