We see skin

And think it solid

Surface appearance

That we acknowledge as if the coatings

Around those edges are finite

Representative

Of the individual within

They are not.

For we are spirits blending and dissolving

Into God

Someone asked me

“What religion do you tick on the statistics”

I said none

Because I only have one

And it is inexplicably unexplainable

Tangible only at my edges

It waits between grief and love

When my chest is too full to contain my heart

It gently holds it for me

If I take it out

Why not?

It blew life into me before the start

Before any part of me existed

It is present in the gentle restraint

The pause as I chase

What I desire

Most

The quiet voice

That says “no, step back, not yours”

But if I still go

And hurt myself

It holds me

Forgives me

Is located in

Some extraordinary part of me

Both greater

And infinitely stronger

Than I ever was

In this life

Or any other

Sorry, what was the question again?

Have I explained my religion then?

No

I guess

Some things must remain

A mystery