Dissent

Who are you
to define life?

You
whose ability to ponder such questions
was bestowed by Life itself
a power older than stars
mightier than a million suns
extended over distance so vast
our infant mammal minds
cannot even grasp.

Our entire species
is but a speck of newborn plankton
swirling in the belly of an ancient whale
gliding free
in an infinite sea.
You seek to pervert grand truth
into feeble fiction
to make you seem
significant.

Blasphemer!
Your god is too small.
You dare to speak for giants.
You do not know your place.

You are like a toddler
who dons a cape
of worn flannel blanket
and gestures with his tiny hand
declaring himself king
over all the land
which is but one cell
in the bowels
of a majestic behemoth.

You fancy yourself noble knight
when you are but desperate conqueror
unwelcome colonizer
who sees only what appears
through the narrow slit
in your iron helmet.

Hypocrite!
You are like a jealous father
who imposes vain rules
on his wiser children
he himself will not obey.

You deign to define Life
as mere cells in my womb
when you have committed 1000 murders
by breakfast.
Death drips on your fork.
Death enrobes your feet and
encircles your waist.
Death cradles your haunches
and launches from your forefinger.
Death infects your eye sockets
and leaves your door in body bags.

Who are you
to decide life?

I know your secret.
You are terrified.
You have glimpsed behind the veil.
You witnessed a power
you can neither command nor wield.
But you will try, anyway
and hope your puny form
will cast a great shadow on the cave wall
that others
will believe and heed.

But I see you.
I see through smoke and sleight of hand.
You are neither king nor knight.
You are no mouthpiece for the divine.
This is not your domain.

You
are only
a man.

© S. Rinderle, June 2022

Photo: Wicca Magazine

Go Where The Love Is

Go where the love is.
Do not hate
the funny shape
that is you.

Contorting yourself
into some twisted turmoil
changes nothing
but your own happiness
proves nothing
but how poorly you regard
your true nature.
They have no right
to dictate or mold
your final form.
They have not earned it.

Remove that stifling mask.
You can’t breathe.
You know better.
Experimentation is for the young.
You’re too grown
for lies
and wasted sunrise.

Know this:
It matters not how you throw the pearls.
Not
how many
how far
to where
or when.
It’s got nothing to do
with your timing, technique,
or delivery.
It’s not you.
The problem
is that they are
swine.

You can shout louder and longer –
they cannot hear you.
Your hoarseness is in vain
for they do not
have ears.

Give up your useless laboring
Drop your arms
Stop striving
Change the channel
Inflate your lungs

Go where the love is.
Stop trying to make them
love you
or make yourself
their type.
Stop insisting
on what they cannot give.
You will fail.

Instead,
Embrace your gorgeous needs
Celebrate your worthy longing
Un-pretzel and re-discover
the sublime shape
that is you.

Go
Where
The Love
Is.

© S. Rinderle, November 2021

False idols

Disbelieve your gurus.
They are no more enlightened
than you.
The monsters haunting their closets
are the same
that torture your nights.
They are just as addicted to fear,
just as prone
to peddling tired platitudes
for weary coin,
just as recklessly controlling
and un(w)holy.

They will gesture towards justice with one hand
and grab your ass with the other.
Their lips will adorn peace and equity one minute
and spew fetid hatred the next.
They will perform calm and virtue
while secretly gnawing off their own hands
with vice.
They are just as afflicted as we
by the virus of decline
and narrow self-preservation—
their ability to name it
doesn’t make them
immune.

Disbelieve your gurus.
Placing faith and power
in an external god
—whether human or deity—
is an old-world custom
gasping its last.
Divinity and Wisdom
have always resided in you.
Stop questing for that
which was always waiting patiently
at home.
Stop searching and listen
within.

© S. Rinderle, June 2021

Image: https://www.hinduwebsite.com