Spirituality Guide

Something I wrote a while back. I hope you enjoy it…
I grew up in religion, a pentecostal one
I tried to join in as a child, I even had some fun
Believing bible solely, they claimed the only truth
But growing ever older, I found I need the proof

Pastor spoke of loving all, that love did show the way
Fill us with the holy spirit, save us now, they pray
But path laid down as total law, betrays a hardened soul
Pain ignored, passed on to God, just digs a deeper hole

I spent some years, looking round, trying to find The Way
Spent some time with Hubbard’s group, tried not to disobey
The tech was good, some people cared, but such a motley crew
Their path shows taint of human greed, they know not what they do

Buddhist mantra, Zen koan, Hindus and past lives
Whirling Dervish dancing trance, and Sikhs must have their knives
Yogis with their lotus style, all creeds seem to agree
They have the path, they know the way, they’ll sell it to you – free!

From each and all philosophies, most people take a share
Take just enough transcendent snuff, a godly mask to wear
But deep inside, where Primal swells, they’ve hardly changed at all
They justify the attitudes, they had before The Call

I look around me now and see, societal malaise
It’s not who’s saved or follows God, importance is ‘who pays?’
Lip service is the one you give, when actions words decry
When slaughtering the infidel, ‘Tis better thus,’ you sigh

It’s hard to claim the gift of love, when starving children die
When men and women give their lives, then in a gutter lie
Where bureaucratic servants rule, over humble Joe
Where partners shoot their spouses dead, instead of letting go

We all protest about the drugs, the kids held under fear
The sex assaults, the savage slap, the paedophilic leer
We bring on laws, and bureaus new, we donate to the cause
But never looking close enough, to see the social flaws

We view the past and blame we cast, for criminal mistake
And patch the wound, new by-law passed, a fix we think we make
We shed responsibility, it’s not his fault, we say
But he’s an adult, don’t you see, he chooses his own way

Lawmakers moan that things are hard, they make more laws to break
They claim it’s for the good of all, but they do fortunes make
We’re told to dream, to see beyond, to reach for shining star
But everything is structured so, we can’t reach very far

When dream are shattered, some do crash, on alcohol’s release
Or mainline drugs or seek the shroud, of ganja’s smoky peace
We punish all for copping out, for wanting to get high
But never do we alter cause, or focus on the ‘Why?’

When people’s path to higher light, is blocked whene’er they try
They seek release in varied ways, reach for ecstatic sky
It’s hard to blame them for their ways, when they feel life assail
When laws and bureaux, governments, continually fail

A druggy’s haze, a drunkard’s whirl, is not the choice of most
‘I ruined lives,’ and ‘I’m in jail,’ is not a man’s proud boast
We must stand back, evaluate, our terminal decline
From childhood through to adult time, a path we must refine