As
I was noticing the spitting image of Mother Mary
in my oatmeal
I thought to myself that it
was not as stunning
as the version I saw of her
in my piled up dirty clothes
sitting in the corner of the
room with the lighting just right.
I thought to myself again,
"Mother Mary's pretty cool."
I mean, first she shows up
in my dirty laundry
and then she stops by again
in my morning oatmeal.
Just what the heck is it is
she trying to tell me?
Then I remember I don't believe
in Mother Mary
and that she's just some myth
cooked up by priests
to repress people and make
them feel bad about themselves
for not living up to some
impossible standard.
Everyone has dirty laundry
and personal power is manipulative.
Personal power could make me
think I saw Mother Mary
in a pile of dirty clothes
and a bowl of oatmeal
and then have me wondering
what she was trying to tell me.
I don't know what to believe
anymore.
Everything is manipulated
and sometimes I feel like
a puppet
jerked on chains by my master
who is a sadistic joker.
Silly puppet me.
Strung out on religions and
countries
and personal beliefs
taking credit, inheriting
blame.
See I did it again.
Maybe I could just join a cult
(like I'm not in one already)
and trick my mind into believing
that it's something new
that will lead to freedom.
Freedom. Hell.
Hell. Freedom.
Fine line
some might say.
Perhaps I could clarify
with something the old wise
ones said...
...but that would
defeat the purpose.
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