an old woman embarrassed but desperate whispered from a night darkened doorway for alms our guide noted how humiliating this was for her but assured us as he stepped away from her that in his country people look out for one another unlike where we came from it was then i recalled lowell’s vision of sir launfal and tho i had little to offer i had much to share and shared the gift i had
before you rise or even open your eyes recall a moment of pure joy breathe deep into that moment fill your body with its radiance and let that purity sustain you throughout the day
what if all the souls on earth had cellophane skin and we could see every organ and watch the blood flow to and fro from the heart as it beats steadily beneath the ribs what then would we choose to hate for surely man cannot live without hate would we choose how a voice sounds oh i suspect not we’d probably rely on color again except now the color of one’s eyes
she was perhaps the embodiment of susie cream cheese beneath her breast a bible thumping heart enclosed in a self-defined temple to be entered only after matrimony but now said body was seated in a religious philosophy course quite certain that all she had been taught about her god would be neatly verified however the professor proceeded to dismantle all religions verifying that only faith within one’s mind and only within that mind could it be personally verified needless to say at the close of the course she was bewildered and at a loss to make sense of the world around her now some thought her naive but from faith to freedom we’re all just like her accepting the national infomercials as more than they are we live lives based on misinformation and carefully contrived lies and when we finally realize the scam that’s been played on us we all end up just like her
according to man’s
divinely inspired canons
an
omniscient god
ordained
man
as
the caregiver
of
the planet
responsible
for
managing
the diverse
treasures
of
this world
uh
really
my soul will not bleed you may tear away my flesh torture these old bones scream obscenities but i have learned of the truth and understand my self-worth so your words and deeds cannot penetrate my soul centuries of lies used as societal chains no longer bound my future to your perspective of life without breath or pulse i would rather be than forced to live as a slave to your will
when we don’t fit in we’re seen as having problems convinced to believe that there’s a cure for different so we pursue an array of promissory treatments all pavlovian designed to make us conform to society’s cast of what our life should be so sameness is rewarded but being different’s punished love will be withheld confirming there’s something wrong thus posing questions of one’s sanity and worth but there’s really no known cure for being a unique soul in difficult times unique souls are our leaders but when fear subsides different becomes what’s feared so the only thing that’s wrong is what’s called conformity
these words upon the page seek to change what seems unchangeable human hearts crusted over with self-interest like the rusted gears of divine doctrines that can only crank out religious platitudes no true movement towards the specified goals of brotherly love and compassion towards mankind just quotes of intent to move
was just suspected although no clear evidence but thought that freedom was never attainable even with the chains removed since shackles of laws were formed
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