Das Gemüt Einer Herzlosen Welt

Bliss is your birthright. God is within.
You have but to unmask your light, and
Your power is vast. Perfection is
In your grasp: You create your world.

Sit with your pain. Your attention reveals all
Unsatisfactoriness is in your mind.
Feelings pass from one moment to the next.
Insight is liberation from a harsh world.

Tormented by your boss, drowning in bills unpaid,
Unable to afford a doctor... Your remedy
Is within yourself, alone and apart.
Bankers are not robbing you blind.
War is a fact of human nature.

Just ask your guru. Pay him generously.
Pay your last dollar for this poem.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spirituality
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'Die Religion ist der Seufzer der bedrängten Kreatur, das Gemüt einer herzlosen Welt, wie sie der Geist geistloser Zustände ist. Sie ist das Opium des Volkes.'
- Karl Marx,1844


The epigraph is the quote from Marx usually translated, 'Religion is the opiate of the masses.'The full text is, 'Religion is the sigh of the oppressed, the heart of a heartless world, the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people'
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