New Age
the old monks would prefer
the old books,
dying manuscripts buried
with dance and rituals,
than looking at the things
that start and end with sex ---
renewal of vow with the original sin.
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A poem on the irony of dogmatism, rituals, and beliefs. It speaks about how the complexities of traditions conflict with our embedded thoughts on how we must live.
Submitted:Aug 16, 2007 Reads: 184 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
New Age
the old monks would prefer
the old books,
dying manuscripts buried
with dance and rituals,
than looking at the things
that start and end with sex ---
renewal of vow with the original sin.
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