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The First Religion

The doorway to the valley
Of seven sunrise
Was closed
No, not for landslides
Not for the paranoid dreams,
It was closed
Because
I refused to wear
A color
That I do not own.

But
As you came
Sailing through
The stream
Of sunshine,
A curve
On an immortal stone
I like a little pilgrim
Devoted myself
To the temple
Of your body

And we chanted
Hymns of our
Love
Like silent
Prayers
of the dawn

This was so long ago
That no religion
Existed then…!

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Comments


  • iphios
    January 8
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    hey gypsy dream,

    good to see you back here. Though i haven't been around much. Nonetheless i enjoyed the wisdom of its poem. It strips things to what matters.

    -iphios

  • Saltaire gold member
    January 7
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    Who would need religion if we could...
    "...we chanted
    Hymns of our
    Love
    Like silent
    Prayers
    of the dawn"

  • John Ode
    January 7
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    Beautiful piece, what religion should be.