shell

Humanity has built several shells based on spirituality, trying to fit it into a form that works for them, a layer of interpretation, ideology and institution based around a pure essence of spirituality.

When that shell becomes a dead husk inside, when the inner spirituality dwindles and dies, leaving only the institution and ideology - that discarded husk may become an incredibly dangerous weapon or a powerful tool of manipulation.

haze

everything I create
is mere dust in my hands
spilling out on the floor
everything I build
becomes ghostly shapes of hazy mist
my presence is but a quiet, grating noise
and I'm just sitting there
while the works of my hands
collapse and fade into wind
nothing more but whispers
ripples in the sea
torn apart by a subtle breeze
and I cannot do anything but watch

soon, this all will be nothing