Catechism lends itself
neither to controversy
nor to schism
but rather to papism
of limited vision
Dogma Enigma
When the pedophile is god
and genocide is good
when caring for the other
is a never not a should
when race is a weapon
and gender is revoked
when science is blasphemy
and climate change a hoax
Resist the urge to reason
you will just be labelled woke
If intent and actions
are cause and effect
and influence the future
what you give is what you get
and yet
what about children
caught in the crossfire
when very young
murdered in man's mire
they have not yet begun
to live
and love is all they have to give
so much for karma
symbolised by the lotus flower
but whereabouts is it
in their most needed hour
forsaken by fortune
they answered fate's call
tho' no reason not to do good
our own sad destiny awaits us all
Rosie Registered Retinas
Evidence Erased Easily
Dogma Driven Division
For there is no love in dogma and no dogma in love.
Love yourself and you love God.
Love thy neighbor and you are the dove.
Enlightening others as a golden rod.
For there is no God to find, for God hath not know the hand of time.
No righteous path exists, only staying present in the mind.
Will ground you in the NOW, where there is no yours and mine.
We are ONE, and ONE are WE, with us and God and then we find;
There is no fear nor hate nor sin, for those are our creation.
A conjuring result of time, just matter like the earth.
With yesterday and tomorrow gone, we all sing in elation.
And in this life we bring forth new birth.
Serve your neighbors kindly and with the utmost care.
Keep your heart wide open, now, and God will find you there.
Brothel of delights
Temple to serve men and gods
A bridge between void and light
Playground of freedom
Church of law and God's judgment
A bridge falling into void
take care of right side
that I minister my left
dogmas cajole us...
Those who crown themselves with miters and croziers
Are dry and barren canals to which I shall describe
Boats remain frozen in their abandoned and void place
The waters being a simulacrum of doctrines
Only the arid wind gives a sense of forward time
The bubbling and fizzing spring they cut from themselves
Those who pass by recognise there is nothing to drink
Only worms and serpents live within the canals
Their waters of void do not show heaven’s face above
No vision of sparkling angels appears anywhere
Nor can people see their face on the canals
Behold the crown jewels of those called servants and watchers
Inspired by this verse "Those people are dry canals." from The Apocalypse of Peter:
http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/apopet.html
Tossing and turning in Whitman’s grass,
Breathing every fervent loving sensate,
My deliberate doubts, you may bypass,
To obey the certainty of Christian dictates.
To some, my probes attack settled law,
My queries are grounds for execution.
I don’t mind those symbols wedged in your craw.
I just seek truths instead of words well spun.
Truth travels in a continuous passage,
Skipping along in temporary stays.
Its spice, I briefly taste like sausage,
I recall the tactile surges from hand plays.
Truth is the process of honesty,
It lacks fixation with fixed positions.
The honest house supplies the best prophecy,
The honest road brings wondrous conditions.
In my days remaining, I shall sing of myself,
No better or worse than anyone dwelling here,
Some believing in numbers have called me BELF.
But life never neatly resolves with answers so sure.
Resplendent quest, glorious uncertainty of rapture,
You are my radiant God, my unknowable religion.
Absent your pursuit, I live without color or texture.
With your passionate affection, I’m fully alive, in motion.
Blunt brain such stale dogma holds
Tighter than crags hug dewy molds;
She spurns sparks Reason confers,
And terms sanest wit profitless fuss.
Sweetest rank her outmoded views,
Above strictest sense and full clues;
Cherished most within inured cloud
Are her trite thought frail and proud.
Proffer sure-shining cachings of gold
For faintest morsel of heresies retold,
And she'll a more precious jewel find
Brighter still under Diablo's airier rind.
Her creed says receive and cede not
Wild bootless notions simpletons got;
Let benevolent Logic his carats keep,
And her inane whims have their leap.
Her wild treasures heavier than lead
Shall endless grace that jaded head,
Until wilier ticks of blind-mute clocks
Hit Eternal Proof that sees and talks.
Religion in practice…
arms length from God
Close enough to see,
never to touch
Single lens focus,
vision for sale
Dogma as deity
—conscription at birth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Five thousand sermons,
one point of view
The message sole branded
—the damned in the pews
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
When the mind is held captive
the body is the prisoner.
Kale Brereton
January 19, 2019
www.thefreethinkinghuman.com
Clean mouth nose eyes ears and butt
And an all weather coat
You had me at domesticated wolf
The Unwritten Dogma
Institutions and their doctrines fall to the spiritual reality. Not in Emergence--in affirmation of a bigoted tradition of God and man.
How can an individual Catholic be redeemed; when God has condemned that spiritual kingdom collectively?
Calling back the supposed lapsed Catholic; as if disconnected to the corporate bond. And the recovering Catholic; as if they did not know.
Separation: the result of sin;
i hear Vatican 2's ecumenical call for unity
to the separated brethren.
Love this world Lord,
empower the world's Lord;
until your light is seen
as darkness.
Brethren of the world
give me carnal loves
Lord.
God of Aquinas
you are inclusive;
God of Aquinas
you are equality.
In spiritual unity
they go
to hell.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
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