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
