Thoughts to Ponder
Heretical strands run through my veins; I cannot help but feel this way; for time after time and all through my search, I end up looking into myself. Call me a Gnostic, Hermeticist, Rosicrucian or Mason. I am me and cannot retreat. Thoughts run around my mind while I sit and stand by. I have no way of stopping the thrust, the thirst.
Whose world religion is truth based on? Whose shoes to walk upon? I've chosen to follow none and walk upon my own; to fields of dreams seeking tranquility of the soul. The Divine is within me; always was and forever will be. I am the master of my domain. My will be done.