Misplaced Faith

*Misplaced Faith*

The body is a temple.
One that you were born into. But of course you were born into it. Although Spiritual Births are not always pro-choice, more often than not people are brought into their realm—ready or not.
Scriptures of the Afterlife beget Pro-Life, and when abortive measures are taken against their appointed church, they are condemned to eternal damnation…or a lower class in the next life…

Depending on where you were born.

Well, that’s enough to make a believer out of many.
Even if in their doctrine they can find many flaws…
so they worship in accordance to location…
and work tirelessly to cleanse out their flaws.

If you’re from the West you may seek to go to Heaven,
if you’re from the East—you’d instead pursue Nirvana.
If from Jerusalem you may ask Rabbis for guidance,
if Korea you may find the Dalai Lama.

Who do you believe in?
What do you believe in?
Let me remind you that your body is a temple.
Who, oh Who: Will you let in?

Everyone has potential followers, but like every holy sanctum: veneration is adverse to acclimation. Religion is only two letters away from Region, which is why the two are so close together. You may find someone who in fact worships you…as you do him or her…but the faith you share that your love is the truth, is a testament to position—not necessarily a pious movement.

If love were a Jehovah’s Witness, it would be right outside your door, but your prophet may be hundreds of miles away…
Don’t shoot the messenger.

Listen to your heart for the gospel of romance, and if it tells you that your delivery is far, far away…
Go on a Pilgrimage—
to
Retrieve it.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo