[July 2003 journal entry]
A poem I recently wrote about my experience with ‘religion’ --
A poem I recently wrote about my experience with ‘religion’ --
With Eyes Opened
I began my spiritual journey in a cozy old house.
I played happily.
I ate heartily.
I slept soundly.
I felt safe.
Then I learned about fires, thunderstorms, earthquakes, tornadoes.
And I learned about faulty electrical wiring, termites, deteriorating foundations.
I examined the cozy old house.
I discovered brittle insulation, rotten wood, cracked foundation blocks.
My play ceased.
My meals lost taste.
My sleep became restless.
I felt at risk.
I tried to repair the cozy old house.
I failed.
I could no longer play there . . . eat there . . . sleep there.
I felt sad.
I paused and then moved on with my spiritual journey . . . grateful to have been
disillusioned.
