Love and Sacrilege -1

In this world of quick fixes

do I commit sacrilege because I still long for you?

In this world of financial riches

do I blaspheme because I say I'm poorer without you?

In this world of profound superficiality

do I profane because I say I'm a reflection of you?

In this world of lonely crowds

do we stand together because I'm with you?

Sh

Love and Sacrilege -2

In this world of churches and temples

is it sacrilege to seek you in the open spaces?

In this world of honorifics and attributes

is it profane to call you beloved?

In this world of kneeling and reaching

is it blasphemy to want to hold you?

In this world of right paths and only ways

is it wrong to share you?

Sh

Here's something I submitted to the Mankind Project UK's Spring newsletter. I hope you enjoy it.

Sh

Whenever I thought about joy, bliss, ecstasy, call it what you will, the image I had was of a golden city in the distance; I was always on my way there. I felt as if joy was something missing from my life. I believed everyone else apart from me was, if not full of joy, then at least happy. Was it me, and if so, what was I missing, or not doing right?

Whenever I was at the top of a hill on my journey I was filled with hope and joy because the goal didn’t seem far away. When I hit rock bottom, at first I’d be lost in the shadows; then as my journey continued I’d be sustained by the hope that I had a destination in sight and mind.

But as I’ve continued on my journey, I’ve come to realise that I was so focused on my destination that I’d forgotten about my reasons for making the journey in the first place – and I’d also forgotten myself, the traveller. I never asked myself what was so important about joy, who I was, and how I would be different once I reached the city of joy. I’d always thought that everything would be good, full of bliss, joyful once I reached my destination. But in reality, what would have changed and how would reaching the city of joy change me? Would I be more joyful or living in constant ecstasy?

Looking back I can see the paths I’ve followed. Along the paths are both mementos to mark my passing, scattered objects that at the time I “had to have” because they would make me a happier man, complete me, or give me joy, and also battlegrounds where I’d overcome my personal adversaries.

Looking forward I can see my destination. I am part way between what was and what will be; I realise that another question for me is “What am I travelling to and why?” For possibly the first time I look at myself and realise that just by undertaking my journey I have changed – and I am, in some ways, closer to joy. I’d started my journey wanting to be different, improved, a better man, happier – and I’d believed that entry to the city of joy would give me these things. Once again, focusing on something outside me to get joy, happiness, bliss.

Now I’ve come to see that I have changed, and some of the things I’d set off in search of I now have, while others – like the city of joy – are getting closer. Looking at myself I can see both the shadows that I’ve carried and the light reflected from the city shining on my face. Perhaps it isn’t as far as I thought…. and maybe I am stronger than I thought; ready to walk another day, ready to do battle with another adversary until I turn a corner and realise that the city of joy has been there all along, while I just wasn’t ready to enter its gates. A happy man at home in the city of joy!

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Love,

Sh