Divinity
A friend asked me to write a poem about divinity without the bias of man. So here's what I wrote.
What is divine?
Is there such a thing
Unfettered by the biases
Of old men from centuries past
With their sheep and ox
And dust
Worshipping the burning bush
And a jealous god
Who wrestles men
And casts demons from pigs
Is it a multi armed being
With the all seeing eye
And fingers in a point
With the sitar
Making a dervish of my soul
Within me
And without me?
Is it the innocence of a child
Standing in the street
Staring at the camera
With piercing eyes
needing nourishment
For only $1 a day
You too can make yourself
feel
like you’ve done something
Without getting our of your chair
Is it in the rocks
And crystals
And auras
And chakras
And Mother Earth energy
That you cannot measure
On any device
But clearly exists
Because you feel it?
Is it in the tantric tingles
Of lovers so in touch
With each other that each
Breath
Triggers waves pleasure
And bodies and minds intertwine
Until the screams
Of ecstasy
Signal petite mort
And orgasmic release of their souls
With each exhaled breath
Perhaps it is the
Purple mountains majesty
And awe inspiring wilderness
And crystal clear streams
Where the gentle warmth of the sun
Fills your very soul
And the chirps of birds
Signal a peaceful retreat
From the ordinary day to day
I think it is all of that
And none of that
That there is no divine
Without human bias
And senses taking in
That which brings
Transience
loss of self
And a desire to touch
And belong to
Something larger than ourselves