Priests

All the priests are dead
What you knew to be your body
Has been burned to ash
Everyone you knew is now dead
Or never existed at all
You are nothing
You were nothing
You know everything is in your head
Each wall was created to fall
Each door to be opened
Each picture to be admired
Each experience to be turned to
Passion
All appreciated
But you mourn what was lost
You fear this lack of security
You try to make plans
You try to stand firm
But now you break easier
Your ego crumbles
You fear you've lost more
And you ask "when will it end?"
Then you realize
That it wont
Freedom frightens you
Power overwhelms you
You have only where you are to go
the questions increase
The answers bring more questions
Distractions for the first time
Offer no relief or release
The mind starts to open
With the loss of pride
Pride the shirt that no longer fits
Widening the scopes
Feeding on the energy
No longer held by the mind's limits
In comes humility, acceptance
Love, vision, and ..contradictions
You are no longer afraid
You realize there is nothing to fear
A life not tasted
is a life wasted
The wise taste all things
And find it all part of them
As they are part of it
Contradictions collapse
And only one thing remains
Everything
And nothing
And this is no contradictions
This is what you are
Do you feel connected?

The priests are dead
Because they cannot serve you anymore
And you wouldn't dream of serving them
Nor anyone else for that matter
And matter is the clay
From which you now create
The surroundings in your life
Your life itself
All life is now created by you
The gift of consciousness
The connected, blessed... 
Believe..

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn