there is the real sense, that I am ignoring God
but what does God want from me?
It can’t be
perfection, because that’s impossible
and with our imperfect flesh, that wants to experience
sensations of pain and gain and pleasure
to die to that
is to zombify, into something
to seek God, seems to be
a fool’s errand, because
has anyone ever found him?
Many have discovered Madness
Morality, tries to sell itself
People need to believe in Something
and without that
we are worse than feathers blowing in the wind
there is no wind
no voice of God
that speaks audibly
All I know is, that I would follow him
if he would show himself to me
Maybe, I need to be better
for him, to do this
but perfection, is meaningless
I am tired of chemicals and culture and lack of kindness
even I, can see the futility
in all of that
What do we do, when we are in the dark?
Are we wolves
I feel my way
without touching walls
My scripture must be written inside my heart.