Trash is a state of mind,
Healing is an idea,
Scapegoats are always an escape,
Religious rite are worth defending,
This is liberty we sing of,
These are our memories of the sacred,
They aren't yours to own,
To replicate, reproduce, patent
These are theological ideas being born to heal ourselves,
To comfort us when we see short sightedness in humanity,
Healing is an idea ,
Our very own revelation,
This culture is mirrored by us,
And we create our sanctions,
Only because the creator show us the light inside,
Did song vibrate from our chest?
Did we marry the moment ?
Our ritual being perfected,
Yes and then again yes,
We did and will do so forever,
Teaching of the Sacrament,
To the needing of those who seek,
Blessing be thy name,
San Pedro water drum,
- Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 1st, 2016 00:57
- Comment from author about the poem: just felt this come forth
- Category: Unclassified
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