To me, God is life. God isn’t a holy trinity of salvation or some cure for your wicked ways. For most, God is merely an excuse or something to pass the time; a way to feel involved. Religion causes war and death, restlessness in general, and yet so many are blind to this senseless bloodshed. People need to stop debating on which book about God is right or wrong. Look at the world around you and study different cultures. We are not that different, and to exclude nationalities because of disagreements regarding a superior being is quite ludicrous. Climb a mountain and feel God in the dirt, sand, and rock. See God in the animals living through the cycle of life. See the connection made between all life; the same connection that flows through the entire cosmos. God is infinite, and cannot be measured by man. In my opinion, live a good life and try to be respectful when you can, but don’t be afraid to make mistakes. Even God made one, when man was created, and still this earth turns. If God is real and out there, I highly doubt he gives a shit about what any one person on this marble is doing. Why would God waste precious time? People have this tendency to make the world revolve around themselves. To seriously believe that God hears and listens to every single person and answers their prayers strikes me as silly. Do people really think that an all powerful creator, if one exists, would care that humans consistently lead themselves into misery? We are in the cycle of God, where infinity is life, and life is God. Live your life freely, because I can assure you that each day is a beautiful gift of pure chaos taking place in wonderful harmony, and the fact that existence has not ended is the only blessing that truly matters.
Outward expressions from others are just reflections from what they possess within. Look inwards for freedom and clarity. Look inwards.
And to the religious, I feel sorry for you.
Each day lived in fear sheathed as love.
Each night words spoken to deaf ears.
With no clue of history long since written.
Praying to the stars, mistaken for god.
catch me off guard,
deep into a thought
pondering this life to the next.
star-dust bones collected,
taking on a new form
left hoping to be
pull me back to reality,
I wander through infinity
as if I am lost within these
constant shifting cycles.