Thoughts that are not my own
An inheritance for the soul
This made me feel all alone.
What religion will never know
Is the truth of the soul
How to become whole
A belief that segregated me
Religion never set me free.
Living beneath everybody
What religion will never see
Kindness is not the intent but only condemn
A community ego fills the ATM.
A spiritual movement stalled by the ego
Where are Thurman, King, and Gandhi today
Hear the weeping sister at the wall as she would pray
What religion will never hear
The voice of inner pain and fear
Without true light, the path isn't clear.
Declaring a path with no direction
Never arriving at the destination.
Living in a cage in a free nation
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021
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Thomas J. Dooley (
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Comments1
Very true words Thomas, your own spirit is the only god that will know who you are.
Andy
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