Realization through the mundane
The stillness rippled through my cage.
Exhaling the invisible waves of life.
It all become a crystal house.
Simple, thirst quenching
Drip — drop
Enjoyment only came when our doors were open.
When our feet were bound and enslaved.
(Funny that bound can mean Bind in the past tense or to Leap into the future)
Minds melding and crashing,
Evolving the form
Reforming into Protestantism.
Embracing both love & hard work, but doing neither.
Caste in the mold of men, based on the idea that we are based on God.
No dash. No hebrew. No written laws. No book.
Just the ❤