Ever wonderhow many sunrisesyou have left in this life?If you are thinking of a number,please,stop whatever you are doing.You are not free here.Somebody owns the name you call yourself,and it isn’t you.This is what it means to sayyour days are numbered–in truth, they are numberless.The sun never sets on you.You feel like the fulcrum of aContinue reading “Somewhere”
Tag Archives: Alternative Theology
Manchmal steht einer auf beim Abendbrot, by Rainer Maria Rilke
Sometimes a man rises from the supper tableand goes outside. And he keeps on goingbecause somewhere to the east there’s a church.His children bless his name as if he were dead.Another man stays at home until he dies,stays with plates and glasses.So then it is his children who go outinto the world, seeking the churchContinue reading “Manchmal steht einer auf beim Abendbrot, by Rainer Maria Rilke”
Religion, simplified
Is The Glass Empty?
Afterglow
God is fucking God somewhere, right now, in a basement apartment on a battered fold-out couch with sweat-stained sheets and an old Amish quilt. Her lascivious moans and the rhythmic creaking of the springs permeate the paper thin walls of the universe like the primal bang that brought forth creation from her yoni. Don’t likeContinue reading “Afterglow”
Man Seeking Deity
Forbidden Fruit
It’s simple, really: The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was planted in your mother’s womb. Heaven is your next mother’s womb, and yes, Forbidden fruit awaits you there as well. The game ends when you no longer desire Heaven, because you’ve found it Here Now.
When a Great Person Dies
When a righteous person dies, grown men sob like frightened babies. When a virtuous person dies, great mobs of mourners crowd around the casket, as if they want to be buried with him. When a great person dies, eloquent eulogies are delivered while entire nations watch and weep. We say things like, “HeContinue reading “When a Great Person Dies”
Only Words
My dear soul-friend, Words are all that separates you from the boundless loving embrace of God. Only words. If this is so, is it possible that words are also the remedy? Perhaps, but only if their sole purpose is to tell all the other words to kindly SHUT UP.
When I Was Saved
When I was saved, Jesus did not take me in His arms. He trampled me under His feet, a death befitting his greatest enemy. When I was saved, Christ did not wash me clean with His blood. He smashed every bone of truth in my body– everything hard, rigid and brittle– until I ranContinue reading “When I Was Saved”
Not One, Not Two 