temples have transparent walls here
gods are out on a walkabout
asking to be excused
as they cannot identify themselves
in eye mirrors of a species
supposedly their creation
What are you looking for?
They ask mockingly
“Just what I see”, I reply
Gods bereft of pretence
an honest spiritual dance
identity is not a crisis
when you choose to be
over being seen
My pilgrimage is complete.
I am now
what I wanted my gods to be
and not the other way round
I savour the authentic
discard clothes of piety
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Liked these lines very much, Reena:
“when you choose to be
over being seen” —
That is the key I think in so many ways on this pilgrimage.
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So glad you liked it, Dora! Thank you, Dora!
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You’re most welcome! 😉
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The title, image and the poem, so brilliant, so insightful, awesome, Reena. When will we get ‘Gods bereft of pretence’?
‘I’m seeing leaders sink in a deeper abyss of pettiness, as the election battle thickens.’ So true.
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I’d rather not watch TV these days.
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I have stopped watching it already.
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Brilliant line “gods are out on a walkabout”. Identity crises prevails in leaders and devotion to self more important than what is needed for a peaceful existence. Behave toward others as you would like to have them behave toward you. The depth in your poem is awesome. Brava!
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Thank you so much, Eugi!
I’m seeing leaders sink in a deeper abyss of pettiness, as the election battle thickens.
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Our elections are a mess, as well. Politicians are worse than playground bullies. It’s absurd.
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Reena, you had me hooked with that image and you didn’t disappoint. Gods on a walkabout may be just what they need. In the meantime…
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I like ‘In the meantime ..’ 😂😂
Thank you, Lisa!
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🙂 You’re welcome.
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