Shame on you
you dry canals
you fearers of truth
you forbid the very essence of divinity
whilst in the same sentence condemned
of our greater being.
Long since the Master
had come and gone.
Who made you the expert on the divine cosmic
you whose waters were imaginary
fearsome of the wholesome truth of your being
you stripped a promising tradition
of its true power
and sent the Master’s words into oblivion.
You hid half the divine under a bushel
but she is emerging
It is time.
Your high morality
showed at least
has its own power
we must be careful of the gods and beliefs we choose
they reinforce each other.
The tide is turning.
Time to move with the tides.
Your centuries of hate and killing is enough.
Your power was entwined with blindness
your hands bloodied.
It is time to step aside
catch your breath
and consider there is another way.
Let the master in each step forward-
heresy is now the sacred.