Bring back my mystic

Fri, 03/25/2016 - 16:54 -- reshoe

Bring back my mystic,

my ecstasy, my passion,

show me the mansions within my soul.

Dogma is just strict enough

to whisper through prayer beads,

but today’s people need an Awakening.

Heresy is misinformation

caused by conflict

with existing delicate conventions.

Faith should be violent,

a kiss too long, leaving you light-headed

from lack of breath—

and introspective, staring into the eyes

of purest love,

your own desire matching fire in possibility.

Pray like a beast,

pray like a lover,

use your whole self.

Every inch of skin and nerve tensed

for the release, someone else

caring as much as you.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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