this ritualism
to the T
lead you to worship
the worship
in lieu of the
Most Worshipped
a worship-less worship
mechanical wayfaring
this was not the point.
addicted to rosary
until insanity arrived
hollow hymns
fill the cosmos
as helium to hot air
heart wanders
to repetitive mentions
incantations
breathless rhythms
mindless mantras
as I persists
psychosis subsists
soul seeks presence
we are brought back to
nothing
to be reminded of
void
in our worship less
worship
letting go of attached
paraphernalia
ostentatious
celestial garbs
realization dawns
at predawn
when we awaken
to insomnia
remembering the Beloved
by means of a beloved
we draw near.
we seek pardon
from our self
through our self.
breaking away from
repetitive rituals
I dared my soul
to detach
choosing blame
as The Way
straying from
hyper religiosity
we danced to
transgressive spirituality
in order to cloak
a supposed reality
of dependency to form
apparels and shawls
soul shackling
protocols
as if the point of
of all this was to call
towards oneself
as a retribution
to our salvation
all these
contradictions
dissect the norm
deconstruct to dissolve
so to divert attention
by triggering
mass confusion
to filter
only the Real
after the storm
through this worship-less
worship.