Everted

God; The Light, The Shadow

Why do we lit candles when coming before God?
Is it to summon our sins to that point of singularity like a moth to a flame?

“This is the book of the generations of Adam. In the day when God created man, He made him in the likeness of God.” Genesis 5:1

Why do you lit candle when going before the source of light himself little boy?
Or do you want to compare your shadows with God?

Don’t you remember your mother reciting Job 34:22
"There is no darkness or deep shadow Where the workers of iniquity may hide themselves.”

“Where does my shadow come from?” you ask

God; The Shadow
“Shadow: a dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface.”
Now ask yourself,
Are you the surface?
Or the rays of light?

God; A Prayer
“Where do you pray?”
The concerned ones ask
“At the bottom of empty bottles
By the edge of corks
On tip of cigars
The knees of my fingers pinned to ashtrays
Between legs
Before closed eyes
Behind guns” I would tell them.
“For how much?” they would ask.
Because it’s always about the cost by the end of the day, for them.
“Should it matter?”
If,
If the only thing that makes me feel alive ask to be paid in terms of days and a shade of my soul? It that really too much?”

God; A Sin

I have not sinned for quite a while,
But if sin was to be a man walking on grey lines
A grey line between the path less travelled by and a path my father had paved
If sin was to be a man walking past old trees that don’t breathe, towards a sunset
Towards a sunset, alone
If sin was to be a man living under clouds forming no shape
Shapes of my imagination my mind has conceived
If sin,
If sin was to be a man who’s lost but won’t admit,
Then Father,
I am myself a sin,
I must confess,
And repent,
I must confess to the grey line that hell is my feet that refuse to step aside
I must repent before the old wise trees
I must be baptized, immerse myself in the clouds in the name of my father’s path,
I, the son
And the passion within me.
And God shall be my homeless purpose that’s been sleeping out on the cold street I refused to take.

God; Solitude

Why do we find divine things when we’re just by ourselves?
In solitude
In aloneness
Wasn’t God all alone when he made the universe?
Or wasn’t the universe all alone in its point of origin,
Before all the mass in the universe was compressed into a single point of infinite density
Before it exploded
To form everything and nothing
Isn’t solitude that made it all?
What do you think of when you’re alone?
Whether alone Alone
Or Alone in a crowd
What do you think of?
Perhaps,
Another world?
The future?
Or the past somehow better?
Does solitude bring the God out of you?
The creator within you?

God; A time Spent; A Time wasted

What is it about your life and what you make a living out of?
What is it about what you do and what you don’t?
What is it with “one more times” and “giving up”?
What is it about time?
What is it about spending time and wasting time?
What is it about routines?
Don’t they all carve us into mediocrity?
What do the hands of God and the things we don’t pay attention to have in common?
They both make something into nothing
And nothing into something
The trick is in staying awake
Or you’ll wake up with something unfamiliar
Supposedly part of you
For you to live with.

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