-compost of being
I’ve become so good at recycling regret
-Wesam El dahabi
Take to the soil of your soul,
with a spade so big,
that you cannot miss.
Turn it over,
until the worms are dancing,
then you know,
there is life left in you,
and there is hope to rejuvenate.
Tend to it with the compost of love,
the hands of truth,
the water of life,
and expose it to be burned with the sun of hope,
you’re not going to be a garden,
without the grit of time.
You hear about people having spiritual awakenings all the time and without discounting peoples experiences, it is safe to say that most are passing through a realm of social fashion, changing the decorum of their being like an accessory.
Spirituality has become a commodity, near hipsterish to negate all things religious and claim a spiritual platform whilst bereft of all spiritual exercises.
The wanting the cake and to eat it too of social conformists, looking for the next hot thing.
This severing, ironically of spirituality from it’s source is only going to lead them into further frustration and confusion and if anything, even less spirituality.
It is a worship of the self with hidden crevices of utter egotism, that their soil, becomes a hardened clay, unwilling to absorb the water of life giving true spirituality.
Sorry to say hipsters, spirituality involves God, which ever route you take, it involves God.
Don’t sit there creating fashionable palettes of what you desire and call it something that it isn’t. Call it what it is, your own creation, it is anything but spirituality, more specifically, it is your own religion, the worship of you.