u/Ephemeral-Bubble

We live in a world of pains and sorrows,
Scars from people wear the cloth of religions.
But I want to tell you this:
You are more powerful and insightful than the cycle of hate.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust”
No man-made ones came out  perfect or flawless.
Not because we have original sins
But because of the difference between heavenly dreams and the earth we called home.

Religion is a social structure,
it glues human communities in a specific way.
But it’s not the only way the universe runs.
Plants don’t need our belief to strive;
Computers don’t need our value system to communicate and function.

You are insightful to see things beyond religion’s boundaries.
Hate is just one way to waste your energy and precious life.
You are powerful to acknowledge that being agnostic is the state that nurtures your consciousness.
And that’s a bright day to start.

In the short 100 years you called life,
What can you do to kindle your spirit
Like a candle?
How can you cast your light upon others
Like a God-sent angel?

At the end,
we smile as we do more than the dust
we claim the meaning from our lives!

“Every BELIEF has a LIE in it”

The thought sparked, random and bright

from Sandfit’s comment.

My life started with beliefs in everything wearing a virtue label:

religion, education, family, career, recognition, happiness, freedom.

I have argued hard, struggled hard, fought hard, worked hard

until I finally held it all in my hands.

Is this all there is?

Down by the riverbank, the spring wakes.

New green shoots pierce the soil, and

yellow dandelions crown themselves

kings and queens of the untamed dirt.

In a sudden glint of light, I see the grid.

These beliefs were the scaffolding of my youth, a steady shelter of my growth.

And now the wall of my sought.

They blocked the vibrant colors beyond the lines.

They fence the world outside as a dangerous wild.

It is a bittersweet waking,

stepping past the boundary line. To listen, to look,

without the armor of judgment and argument.

Every soul sings a unique song,

all blending into a vast, vivid reality.

I stand at the edge of the wild, humble enough to feel the tide,

and accept it as an ocean.

“Every BELIEF has a LIE in it”

The thought sparked, random and bright

from Sandfit’s comment.

My life started with beliefs in everything wearing a virtue label:

religion, education, family, career, recognition, happiness, freedom.

I have argued hard, struggled hard, fought hard, worked hard

until I finally held it all in my hands.

Is this all there is?

Down by the riverbank, the spring wakes.

New green shoots pierce the soil, and

yellow dandelions crown themselves

kings and queens of the untamed dirt.

In a sudden glint of light, I see the grid.

These beliefs were the scaffolding of my youth, a steady shelter of my growth.

And now the wall of my sought.

They blocked the vibrant colors beyond the lines.

They fence the world outside as a dangerous wild.

It is a bittersweet waking,

stepping past the boundary line. To listen, to look,

without the armor of judgment and argument.

Every soul sings a unique song,

all blending into a vast, vivid reality.

I stand at the edge of the wild, humble enough to feel the tide,

and accept it as an ocean.