the only idols
are the ones made
out of our fears and
insecurities...
God has many faces,
many voices, many forms.
the only limits we impose.
holiness is diversity,
human beings clutch at shadows.
light becomes light
even on the darkest night.
and the darkness itself
holds secrets.
lay down your bodies,
and walk with the wind.
every moment a death,
and a beginning.
out of formless
the form becomes.
each wave is different,
all a part of the sea!
What a poem! Such a powerful and masterfully expressed idea.Every line in your beautiful master work demands to be read over and over again.Thank you many times and thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soul has no body, but a body has a soul, soul may not be seen, with eyes organic. Is the death, the ceremony of opening of our third eye? When our third eye opens, secrets of universe. may be known. Thank you Eric for the interesting poem..