falling snowflake
on a simulated existence.
nature is foreign
to your desolate soul.
playground hubris,
victorious over myth.
senses are reality;
can you ignore your heart?
you debate mere children,
proud in your reason.
intellectual laziness,
pyrrhic victory.
opening to light,
may make you think.
Darwin freed us from religion,
not the journey.
The complexity of belief makes us think, Kisses, Jak
ReplyDeleteI think at the moment of our passing the soul is free. Free to choose. Yes, the journey is difficult and short. Eternity is forever.
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I think you are right; the soul is like a bird. Shall it fly and be free or incarnate once again in matter?
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