Sunday, 2 June 2013

the substance of non belief

the seven veils of thought
A thick black velvet curtain veils the puppet master
he rules his kingdom with his cohorts
on the far horizon is a backdrop, yet another luxurious heavy drape
she assumes her mantle
the weave of the fabric of reality that sculpts the landscape has many mansions
an omni-directional splay of deeper mysteries hidden by their heavy veils, pressing further and further into the mystery
yet, all the while, intermingled with and touching the world of man  
separated merely by the idea of non existence
adhered to and defended
with deception and certainty
ridicule or an easy reward?
dare you pull aside
the objects of faith