I Dream Awake

If by god we speak the impetus and function of life, then — nothing more. Why do you say “Do you believe…”? You are alive. How can it be so, to believe or not in what you are? Do you do yourself well by your doubt? If you hate it so, then why is it chosen? And why the shock when self-contempt breeds contempt, more, again?

I do not believe because I see no question. I am alive. It is plain and self-evidently so. Let me not hesitate to live, or through worship of some other power, concept, or persuasive show, be less so. Blessed if I can be, dedicated to this life itself, in all of its forms, and nothing more.

And there it is: Life, self, existence, and that drive which makes us as we make ourselves.

What is this god you insist upon? And what need of this word for your thoughts?

So you feel life within your living, so you examine and are mindful, so you rise with vigor and inspiration, so you call them divine, so you recognize such a thing as value, so you see as nothing stops the living from claiming significance for it, so you have known abundance and scarcity and the seasons of the world, and know yet still that there is forever more beyond your own experience thus far…. so why do you beseech: “Oh, God!”?

What, you ask, do I have against this expression of yours? Sloppy vocabulary.

In self, as in life,

	...and that is enough.