Dear God,
The ones who have decided there is no such thing as metaphor or poetry, who equate myth with lying and imagery with the irrational, say you don't exist, that there is only themselves thinking and if they think real good, they are at the apex of it all, but I have decided to write to you anyway, since I already live in metaphor and simile and imagination, I figure I have nothing to lose and anyway I don't have anything to ask of you, being as how I kind of have settled in to being who I am, whoever that is, and I certainly have no idea of who you are, not one single fantasy posing as a theory; in any event, I wish you well, and I am grateful for the mysteriousness of this experience.
All my best,
George
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Nice letter, George. You fogot to mention the unconditional Love that goes with the mysteriousness and the wonder, though. May you be in profound and loving Bliss.
ReplyDeleteJohn
awww sweet. :-)
ReplyDeleteI always pray this way,
Dear God I love you so much and thank you for everything.If its your will for me to die...then so be it.
amen