Instant religion

“Belief is clinging; faith is letting go.” — Alan Watts

by Harry Calhoun

walking a dirt road and the light plane

soars heavier than the thin coverlet

of light blue sky over the grave ground

 

and I think of when I am beneath all this

one with the centuries behind me

unconcerned with the eons ahead

 

and I begin to fashion a notion

built on the spirits of trees

and the collective consciousness of animal instinct

 

and in the warm light of day

I weave my own myth

from the fabric of dark sky and stars

 

 

one with the centuries behind me

and the eons ahead