Mystery to Misery
Rocks, Stones, Moon and Sea
Sun, Lake, Sky and Tree
Stand the Stone, Eyes that See
Locked in Books and Decree
I woke up this morning with this poem in my head. I think it sums up my feelings about spirituality and religion. There is a vibration that runs through the universe. It is something to marvel at. It seems to vibrate through nature. I can become ecstatic at the sight of a rock formation or sunset. I feel the power of the sky and sea. It connects. It is when humans try to give that mystery a name, call it a god and worship it, try to load their psychological needs on to it and lock it in words, holy books and decrees that they reduce it, misrepresent it, and begin to use it for their own power. Spirituality good; religion bad.
The words in those holy books are written by people who seek dominion, ownership and authority over something that cannot be confined, defined or reduced.
We are all part of that mystery. It exists within us and without us – as George so succinctly put. People whose minds are limited by the texts are imprisoned by their own limitations.