transgressions 1
02/23/2004 04:43 a.m.
transgressions 1

been wondering around,
snooping my nose where it doesn't belong
and it is not afraid. In religion

answers don't fit questions all the time,
in my mind, and in the history of modern crimes,
lies replace what truth finds in any of them, if necessary.

Sound religion seeks peace within
heart, soul, nature, congregation, universe,
faithful energy is put to others, life, harmony

but my transgressions render me doubtful
of the damned, prone to stray, delay, then pray
on Doom’s Day.

Karma kicks me into understanding; leaves me dizzy
with fear of retribution. Fear is fundamental
in any belief system.

Wondering has me dizzy
and still haven't found my way
out of the maze, craze, daze

of religious fervor indoctrinated
in my youth—eyes open wide, you decide
they said, knowing not what they meant

or started or bent within me. A searchlight
in the lighthouse, I have become,
watching every ship that passes, wondering
if it’s the one.



I am currently Divine
I am listening to sermons of meditation within