Read my Bible in high school several times
through as our headmistress told us to do
sighing in despair as I read, wondering why
I felt so alone and unloved in my mind - no
amount of doing my duty, no hard work and
sacrifice brought me nearer to God - I kept
reading through the years, looking for help
in tears, abandoning hope and ideals
Until discovering how the Bible was chopped
and changed through the ages - devised to
convey humanity’s highest dreams, to control
people’s lives - how delightful; consciousness
creating dreams of itself, recording visions of
self-improvement in religious books, showing
sociological development and increasing
awareness of abstract ideals
By putting national traditions aside, knowing that
love is everywhere like stars in the sky, but con-
ditioned by contracts and limited by jealousy -
while righteousness is just a farce - I distilled
lovely ideals for myself, dreaming of wisdom
as the highest good, the difference between
religion and the real spiritual life...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem