Tag Archives: Religion

Building A Better God

The God I’ve built is not one with eyes, ears, judgement or kindness. This god is not even a He. Or a She. Or an It. This God is a process, a system. It’s at this point you could become … Continue reading

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God Takes No Prisoners

God takes no prisoners for he has no prisons. We build our prisons and wonder where he left the key. The key is choosing acceptance. Choosing gratitude. Choosing forgiveness. Choosing peace. We have the key. We are the key. God, … Continue reading

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Power of the Invisible

This image was posted on Facebook and many fear the rise of another commercial bubble that’s about to burst. The emperor has no clothes, one said. This is not, however, a passing phenomenom, a transient fashion. The invisible is the … Continue reading

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The Meaning(less) of Life

The fact that Life is meaningless can be a shock but it promises a huge relief as well. You see, I remembered what I did yesterday and, when I did, I wondered why. I read and meditated with my wife, … Continue reading

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I Have Died

Only after I died did I start to realise the truths of my living. It seemed I’d live it all backwards; starting in naivety and ending in disillusion and, sometimes, bitterness. Had I started with bitterness or confusion and advanced … Continue reading

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I Need Not Permission to Love

I need not permission to love this sweet land When soft beckons nostalgia, her kindly open hands I remember a thousand years, then a thousand thousand more Reaching for pebbles on any any shore The large tale is told, breathed … Continue reading

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The Good Book

For sixteen clashing years they’ve been trying to shape me like a big cheese they let stand to get stinky. But I don’t fit. I pretend to but I don’t. My body’s here but my mind’s other places, like, I … Continue reading

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