Where the Spirituality Lays

Finding beliefs is a beautiful thing

I cannot tell you how many times I've sat down

On my golden chair with a torn leather seat

And thought about what it means

To be Human.


In my brain's complexity i feel a Godliness.

I know it, that I am an animal and I am my own God

Controlling my ways,

Walking my walk

Saying my [says]...

But sometimes inside I feel an urge to grasp something bigger

Yes when I die I still want to be with my lover.

But the craving trickles deeper...


Metaphors and symbols for what it means to be alive...

God and his/hers men/women searching for a clue

God and his/her children just living life and exploring

Merely feeling what it's like to be alive.

Pity the ones so scarred from birth.


Simple and complex. Take what you've been told.

No. I don't want to follow that road...

Will I ever know?

I keep what could be alive in my heart.

But I feel with what my brain tells me to...

I am an animal. My own Godliness.

I am complex and weird.

I like to dance and be a good person,

I do not want a Bible to help me flourish or do good.

Although I admit I might have done more volunteering

In my so far, short life

Had I gone to church on sundays, held God endearing...


But ultimately it's you who controls you.

I do not need to be told how to act,

I see a cheeta-animal only hunt when he is hungry.

Remind myself that in my always mostly hungry complex-human ways

I have to limit myself...
And there, there is where the spirituality Lays.