Musings On Faith

What if love is the religion, and heaven a voice with no ego; synchronized in harmonious hope, speaking dialects of kindness? What if hell is a myth, and evil lurks as shadows, dressed in greed and insincere speech? What if there’s no fine line between dusk and dawn? no strained streak between darkness and light, blurring out visions of wrong and right? But If love is the religion, would the Universe tame the storms raging above holy shrines? If honesty can see through the sunless eyes of sinners crawling as nocturnal creatures, preying on gullible souls- disguised as saints, would they mend sacred survivors? for, they’ve conquered colossal galaxies rising from unbeatable infernos. In a world that is oblivious to the grieving clouds, drizzling tears from the azure. I wish, you and I, would read the same book of intuitions; scriptures that reveal no name to the faith we behold. Sometimes, I close my confused heart, allow third eye to roam and reach, to find heaven through astral waltzing, across spiritual realms, where hymns of healing echo. Perhaps, it’s been etched in karmic kismet, that amidst fleeting time and passing seasons, love shall rise like a forgiving flower, sprouting from emptiness. Embalmed in jasmine rain water, pouring upon the emblem of empathy. So, don’t speak, just listen, close your eyes, awaken your awareness to the air, witness the unspoken truth, swirling through weary winds, caressing fragile skin, like eagle feathers. Seek beyond all that which shimmers, there flows dreams that glow, woven with faith; a combination of meraki, and divine elements.